When In

When in the morning
you put on your teacher-face
and think Professional.
Proper, Prim and Prepared.
Clothing just right to Present a Pretty Picture.
Your mind washed clean of things Procreational.
You Perform that daily lobotomy - keeping everything in Perspective - making Perfect sense.
Your Preparation casual and calm and comfortable.
Nothing in the way to Prevent you from your job...
now you know that -
on the desk
in the room
at the blackboard
I stand like a shadow
making you gasp
making you remember
(making you wet and aroused)
cutting down the brambled wall
see me, hear me, want me
'tis I... your Phantom lover.

by John Keefe

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