dream boy

I transform for pay, the boy I become is
the boy who holds space in my dreams

bought, not                                                                     bothered
with knowing how to explain himself or
apologizing for things he cannot control

cool, calm,                                                                      collected

the ideal             rent this boy – at times
his bones ache from the pressure

that is transforming people, while               transformed

he remembers this body is medicine, curing
confused white men who think I need them

more than they                                                             need me.
how do you distinguish love from sex?

he asks, I                                                                            tell him
sex fills me up & love reminds me
it’s okay to be empty