boy's dream

let me take you, he said
softly, whispering sweetly

a gentle boy with messy hair
and electric shoes on both feet

to the place
where my dreams often go

so i can show you the river
where i saw you

in my own reflection
before we met

so you can believe me
and love me then

he held his heart
bleeding and pink in his hand

he held it out to me
to take and keep

he said, keep it,
it's yours

if you don't want it
then neither do i

i put it back inside him
and took his cleaner hand

show me your reflection
and then i will decide