Maybe

I have her beauty hard-wired into me
I have known it forever.
My first fantasies were of her. 
She has never changed.
The same hair, eyes, mouth, chin, nose. 
The same height, weight, posture and stance. 
The same shoulders, breasts, hips and thighs.
The same mix of swagger and vulnerability, 
of shyness and chatter, 
of independence and submission,
of contemplation and fun
Her beauty is burned into my soul.
And I have found her
Once, twice, even three times.
Well, almost.
I keep looking. Although my time here is running out.

Perhaps one day ….