I will dream of us
without wars and
without judgments.
I will dream of us
in naked bliss on
warm Sundays.
I will dream of us
without heads of light
bending our moods down.
I will dream of us
touching from seed
to now and back again.
I will dream of us
where no religion
can rape our innocence.
I will dream of us
with quiet fingers
tracing the other’s curve.
I will dream of us
as noble sprites
in green spring forests.
I will dream of us
as we are meant
to be dreamt of.