veiled her blue calculating eyes

perplexing glances in the gloom

doubts pierced my needy soul

doomed before I left the room

 

sultry night in old San Francisco

anxious moon smearing the bed

mood like some jack in the box

doubt running amok in my head

 

woke to discover a basilisk stare

examining my rank imperfection

my body was never the greatest

where is the loving connection?

 

compared me to her fancy friends

men she'd known of distinction

mocked my fraught social graces

egg-shell ego ripe for extinction

 

guys like me need tender words

a woman without complications

I need to know just where I stand

no weasel words or prevarications

 

instead she tore down my pride

ransacked what stock remained

left my self-image in torn tatters

dregs of my confidence drained

 

then why in heaven get involved?

confusion self-doubt will impart;

I got embroiled in dystopian love

yet I saw the end from the start