The fear is overwhelming.
Disturbingly, I dream
of you with your slick black hair
your wide smile
and your comic accent.
A roly-poly person,
you suit a t-shirt:
your business shirts are too tight.

In my dream, I can see you clearly.
It really is you and not just the idea of you.
We’re in a room, talking.
How old are you?
I guess 30
but I could be wrong.
I’ve known you two years.
Are you married?
Do you have children?
What do you do at the weekends?

You notice a tape on my desk.
We discuss music, finding
we share some tastes
and I, stupidly, am surprised
to find you human
I get such a smile out of you.

Disturbingly, I dreamed.
Disturbingly, I know
when I see you next
my nerves will leap:
may I be your friend?
The fear is overwhelming.