Wet Dream

Dreams will have rules as well-
     I remember, in brackish river water
     beholding the pale naked body
     of my mysterious construction.

details as always are fading away
     or perhaps were never there
          perhaps their specifics were structured by desire
               and so I saw them
                    only because that feeling made them
                         necessary

The water held her,
and I in orbit-
she the starry backdrop
in slow revolution

I too was a revolutionary,
Growing, always, at that age.
My boy you have grown,
     whispered the part of me
     that had always thought of itself
          as an old man

Time has revealed the subject to me-
     she too was holding her breath