The Man of Steel

You sail around me in a sailboat of steel,

prancing on deck in a ritualized dance;

peacock feathers a mock tail.

A glass of Chardonnay in your hand,

or is it Bordeaux?

And though you speak to me

in stilted verse,

you do not see me,

for you are looking at a photograph

of a woman you suppose I am,

or is it wish?

Too bad you didn’t notice

that I walked away.

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