A Melody of Him

i dream about him. and in my dreams he looks more beautiful than he ever did in my eyes... his hair shines more, his teeth are whiter, his shoulders are more broad, his voice is deeper... he's beautiful. absolutely beautiful.

and in every dream, he kisses me.
...

When I
wipe my forehead with a towel
cleaning the sweat of exertion
from the hating of weakness
i perceive in others
i look in the mirror
and find i sadly hate myself
because i am weak when
the subject is you.
...