i saw you in the train’s mercurial fluorescence.
we are filming a movie called ‘To Follow.’ our hands touch, shy, while your other hand holds your bike.
we are covered in blood, and the world is on fire.
i know that there is little i wish to say to you now.

i saw you in the aureate afterimage of the train.
we follow it to the last stop; a cemetery, a college, and you kiss me from the seat across from me.
we picture sex with alien couples on the street.
i know there is not much to be said.

i saw you in the park’s roseate dusk, and i struggled to make eye contact with you.
i followed you here;
i am now the only one who follows.
i dream you are holding me.

when i sleep, i dream we are still filming our movie. i cannot say this to you now.
there is a part where you can tell i am acting; i am galvanistic.
i can also tell you are acting; i do not make it known.
intercut: my eyes start to water.
i dream of encountering you five hundred times.
five hundred phantasms of the same boy.

there is another part of our movie where my desire to sleep remains intractable.
you, the boy who, like me, desires to sleep.
my boy who keeps me from sleeping.
i dream we…
there is one thing i want, i need, do not make me say it.
hear me without me speaking. telepathy.
there is blood on my chest; i am not just making small talk.

there is much left unsaid;
oh lover, i…