Dream: Waldo Rojas

I never did write down that dream of the businessman type lover who inhabits my dreams as of late. I don't know who he is. But I remember his face so clearly. He's a bit pudgy with glasses, a short man in a suit, in his mid 50s. An unlikely lover body type, but I love him unreservedly and I have loved him before. 

I think the dream man was Chilean poet Waldo Rojas Serrano, whom I would later meet that summer, on the solstice, at Poetry International, and we would both "recognize" each other. A strange Celtic thing, but then, he's an O'Brien.