Self portrait sculptures

 In a dream about embracing

I stood on sand and said

Exactly what i wanted

The front of my body held soft

And urgent against another front

Put your arm like this

Now the space between my legs

Filled with a sudden familiar pop

And instantly a truth

Known quickly and sure

I broke away

So i could sit on the sand and write it

The sensation too poignant to not be cast as a spell

I want to be filled

But not like before

Not like before.

Then i woke to my real body

And squinted through the 4am writing

The light too bright to look at clearly.