I hope you dream of blades of grass
The smell of a hard summer sun
Laying in a field untouched by no trespassing signs
I hope you dream of flight
Of elevation to a calming ascendency
A cool light breeze grazing your cheek and collar
I hope you dream of a lack of eyes.
Where skin is skin and no one says otherwise.
And the feeling of a warm sheet of sunset light is all you need to know you’re alive.
I hope you wake up to find me at four in the morning
Shaking breath into life
And whispering dreams of lungs filled with a fresh cut lawn
And air warm that advocated of all our aspirations
And the comfort of certainty that no gaze but mine was upon you.