I dreamt about us having sex,

& I saw myself from the backside:

my hands were crossed,

covering my chest

& my long hair flowed

like a waterfall

across my spine.

I’m shrouded,

yet your body is too naked,

masculine & visible.

Your messy hair

& strong arms

& manhood,

all detailed, all clear.

My mind knows your body

more than it knows mine.

I’m half-Barbie, half-Ken.

Would you still fuck me

if I weren’t a man?