Last night I dreamed of Love,
of him touching me, how he touched
the sides of my face as if though
touching me were all he ever dreamed of.
I dreamed of Love’s kisses, his lips on mine,
as if though tasting me were all he ever
dreamed of. And Love, he, talked to me,
told me things and we both felt free,
there was no pretending, no playing games,
the things Love told me belonged only to me
and that’s how we were able to be free in our love.
It felt like a space neither of us had ever been in
but both of us had dreamed of.
I saw him turn to my mother and tell her,
“I told you I’d find her one day.”
And I saw my mother smile in return.
I dreamed of Love last night and the way it felt
to love him. I never wanted to wake up.
In the light of day, I knew
I’d lose my dream of Love.
Peace & Love,