Men of my dreams

In dreams,
I play out affairs
I never had.

I lie in the arms of
Men I knew as boys.
No idea how we got
To where we are
No real concept of
Where real life has gone.

Only knowing
It is a break, an interlude.
They show me kindness
That was absent in
The inbetween
They take me back to my root
Prune away the tangles
Re-ignite the spark.
Remind me of the mystery
Behind my eyes.
So I can wake.

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