I am warm and sleepy, having loved into the we/wee hours.

And there is the other man I desire, wishing me good morning.

He holds me at distance, intimate without closeness.

I ask “What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?”

I’m thinking motorcycles, he replies ” loved women.”

I stop in my tracks

He leaves the door open a crack so I can look in

Glimpses of who he is, what he thinks, how he feels

Prefers fantasies he can control instead of dreams

I dream daily, can conjure him in my dreams, and I do

He believes he doesn’t dream, or never remembers them

I enjoy my dreams, consider taking popcorn and Boylan’s Root Beer to bed

He doesn’t know what he is missing!