she is myself as woman

she was running a temperature
i had a memory lapse
she held me in her master's grip
i felt my will collapse
she said we'd spend the summer
in each others' hungry arms
with a special sort of magic
and i'd fall into her charms
there were no clever whisperings
my head oddly erect
she said i wouldn't remember
but i could never forget:
i thought some things were funny
other moments seemed so sad
that doesn't mean pure darkness
there were other things i had
she said she was a sculptor
showed me a traditional bust
she said don't seem romantic
but i told her that i must
and i wrote her a love letter
in a fanciful design
she is myself as woman
and i wanted her for mine
she was running a temperature
i had a memory lapse
she held me in her master's grip
i felt my will collapse
she said i had a prideful nose
as she looked into my eyes
just a shade below androgynous
a serious disguise
she said she was a sculptor
showed me a traditional bust
she said don't seem romantic
but i told her that i must.