Dream Weaver

He is the kind of guy
that walked in a cool
disinterested manner
down the crowded halls
of his high school,
pretending like he didn't know
that he was causing girls to break
their necks
for a good look at him,
and making their hearts beat fast
than a stallion's hooves as it gallops
down a country road.
He has enough passion in his life
to fuel a hundred fires
for a hundred years.
All the boys want to be him.
All the girls want to have him.
He has a heart bigger
and deeper
than the Atlantic and Pacific
put together.
But he guards this precious jewel
with greater walls than any
ancient empire
could have ever dreamed of.
He is the kind of guy that
fills every young woman's
lustful dreams
and the kind that no father
would ever want to see his
baby girl fall in love with.
He is the dream weaver
spinning pipe dreams as delicate as
spider webs
to fulfill whatever we want to see
at that point.
And he is the dragon that
forever flies
whenever I seem to get close,
but that I will forever chase.