Microfantasy Girl

She's in my head,
A figment of mind;
She's not a dancer --
She doesn't sing like you.

Her hair lashes up,
Wet tentrils askew;
That's all I get --
My mini peepshow, for sure.

She's not the girl,
She's not the one;
She's just a girl --
She's not the one.

Her black bob whips,
Keeping me frisky;
Her eyes spell a mystery --
That's not what's interesting.

She's mine for a millisecond,
Time I don't have;
My Microfantasy Girl --
She can't compare to you.

She's not the girl,
She's not the one;
She's just a girl --
She's not the one.

She's not my kind of girl,
But I'll take her anyway.