I met you in a dream we tumbled
trees high around us your hair
in braids of meadow grass tied
with wildflowers and laughter.
I cried dew drops
on each blade until the sun
rose you rose you smelled of roses.
We whispered as fire rode the sky
all I saw was upward my heart strained
my tears churned into butter
your hands on me without shame
my body shivering under the heat
of that longed for connection I woke
to my own voice shouting
please touch me
I’m ready I’m wide