All the men in my dreams br are featureless. br I turn away and there they are. br Staring at me with their spotless faces. br I wish I could say br what color their eyes are br or whether they have straight teeth. br At first I think I am in love with them. br That perhaps they are my lovers. br But knowing tells me they are only there br to commit some small violence. br As they reach out with large hands, br what I want folds in on itself. br I wish to go, I long to escape, br but can not. br Just as they are close br enough to touch me, br I wake up, fists closed to reject. br Legs open to receive.