Making Love

I had a dream
a poetic bludgeon who
resembled Dick Cheney
told me "make love not war"

and though he wanted to
amBush me
(he seemed to confuse rape with love)
I didn't respond
but briskly walked on 'til
I found an undisclosed location
far from hate-steeped him

where I called my avoidance escape
and called my escape making love