the only boy i ever touch
is thriving in my dreams
when i go to sleep at night
i know, he i will meet

he’s going to be smiling
tall, graceful and lean
i’m addicted to his words and songs
a greater form of nicotine

we’ll fall in love and dance all night
and stumble to his home
we’d make love for hours, and cuddle all day
he is my personal city of rome

there’s countless opportunities
when he’s holding my hand
his kiss leaves me gasping
me, he’ll never reprimand

he’s different every visit,
his hair, his eyes, his clothes
i’m attracted to his adaptability
how to please me, he’ll always know

a conflict would develop
like every time i visit
i’d realize he’s not who he showed me he was
my face turns red, my eyes livid

my rage stirs my body
the shell the dream inhabited
as i slowly awake from my slumber
my mouth tinges, adulterated

i look up, sigh, and sink into my pillow
a longing that will never satiate
my body tenses, then loosens up
my emotions are emaciated