THE MAN I DREAMED

THE MAN I DREAMED
(FOR KYLE)

The man I dreamed was everything, an ethereal fog,
Slippery and ill-defined,
A throwback to an age long past, a relic from another time.

Never dreamed the man for me would drive a sea blue Acura
Or a shining silver Scion.

Never dreamed the man for me could send my spirit flying.

The man I dreamed was everything, a shadow, not a face,
A most erotic specter, a wet dream lost in space.

Never dreamed the man for me would know the name of every cheese,
Would be so fond of cutting hair, so predisposed to vacuuming.
Never dreamed the man for me could chain my heart so tenderly.

The man I dreamed was everything, a toss of a coin,
An item on a questionnaire,
A list of non-negotiables, a game of truth or dare.

Never dreamed the man for me would decline to touch a door knob,
Would be so fond of chicken tenders, so tolerant of slobs.
Never dreamed the man for me, could drive me helpless to my knees.

The man I dreamed was everything, a riddle unanswered
Of unknown personality,
An enigma from another time, a vision in my psyche.

Never dreamed that one day Fate would hunker down and do the work
Of fleshing out a lover fair, complete with foibles and with quirks.

The man I dreamed was everything, wrapped in gay ribbons
Of silver and blue.
The Scion, the Acura, the cheeses, the quirks,
The cherished companion, the lover so true.

The man I dreamed was everything, the man I dreamed was you.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2007
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