There's a MAN-nequin in my room ( old poem)

There's a MAN-nequin in my room
One with a smirking face
i can't match her beauty
As she stands in my mirror

There's a MAN-nequin in my room
One without a face
Though her body screams to me
As she poses in the spotlight

There's a MAN-nequin in my room
And she has a porcelain face
A chiselled smile so divine
Standing so frozen still

There's a MAN-nequin in my room
She has no waking face
A blank constant stare
i'm waiting for you