The Real Me

I see her
In my mind as she moves passed
An exhibit for me to study

tall, slender, danity
poised

Can't tell why I'm attracted
Maybe because I envy
Maybe because I inspire

This surely isn't sex
No desire to have sex
But would love to see her do it

In order to imamate
or critize

So I try that image
Never seems to come out right
Myself peeks through
And I recognize it as failing

The failing is the real me