Lisa Zaran

Rookie (September 26,1969 / Los Angeles, California)

The Men In My Dreams - Poem by Lisa Zaran

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


Comments about The Men In My Dreams by Lisa Zaran

  • (10/26/2015 10:01:00 AM)


    As they reach out with large hands,
    what I want folds in on itself.

    I haven't experienced this exactly but somehow I know what she's talking about. Very strong and honest poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 30, 2005



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