About a Boy

In this dream, the boy I wanted

was making me shell necklaces, shell

bracelets; one bracelet was heavy with cement

blocks in case I had to walk alone in New York at night--

he said I could use the bracelet for protection and laughed.

There was sand in his hair and at the crinkles of his eyes.

He wore beach clothes, a t'shirt and shorts and so jovial

picking up pieces of shells--fuschia, cotton-candy-pink--off the floor.

I wanted him and told him so, "But what about 'so and so'? He asked,

partly joking. "I will always love 'so and so,'" I replied. And we kissed

a big wet sloppy kiss and I could tell that he was a little clumsy, but

I loved his energy, his spontaneous, wild, healthy energy, and I could tell

that he loved me.

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