Dream boy

You keep coming to my dreams
much more often
than anybody else before.

And I wonder what it means
’cause I know you
don’t wanna see me anymore.

If only some dream-teller
could explain this.
Because I miss you more than them?

With you my dreams get sweller.
So far, I’m glad
I can meet you at least in them.

I get to meet you every night
in different forms,
once a reluctant passer-by,

then riding a scooter white,
and recently
more often a hot lover boy

with whom I do things that I
haven’t done yet
in real life—a sad academe!

Waking up then, I feel high
—in better mood.
That’s why I like to sleep and dream.