It goes against my upbringing
To allow myself to dream,
To imagine what if
You were really mine
And a part of my life
In every sense.
I have fought hard
To deny my feelings,
Working myself
Into a neurotic lather
In vain efforts
To turn my back on you.
But you know what?
Someone, a trusted friend,
Has assured me that
There is nothing wrong
With how I feel,
That it is, in fact, healthy,
Much healthier than stressing
Over something so natural
As being a woman
Attracted to a man,
So I’ve decided that,
For however long it lasts,
I’m going to allow myself
To relax, and
To quietly
Dream.