of a dream
gabriel duncan

if i chose one
he'd be the rebel
twice bitten
bared only to himself

he'd be the enigma
made just for me
the only puzzle
i'd live to complete

we'd make love in our dreams
and dream of forever within every waking scene
it would be the kind of thing
that would make a redwood turn green

we'd meet in the place
where our subconsciouses conspire
for our connection lays deeper
than our unseen desires

even though i've never seen him
i'll know he's there
when i close my eyes
i can't help but stare

in my dreams i'd feel him touch me
in the haze i'd hear his voice
i know he's coming for me
it's not something I'll avoid

because i know...

one day he'll arrive
from far, far away
as some exotic visitor
familiar, but for why we cannot say

but when we meet our eyes
we'll realize in the gaze
that the men that we fantasized of
are just a handshake away