after the first night we met, i dreamt in color once again.
i had forgotten what it looked like to see visions of fuchsia
and lavender dancing through my mind. i felt the curve of
your back against my stomach and my eyes fluttered
mid-slumber, catching the hues of our night behind my lashes.
after the first time we kissed, i dreamt of a meadow.
i could feel the sun-bleached grass caress my ankles as
i stroked the back of my hands the sky was a shade of
cornflower blue, a color i longed to touch. you were
everywhere and nowhere, floating in the breeze of summer.
after the first time we touched, i dreamt of bluebirds.
i watched them squirm behind the bars of their gilded
cage before releasing them towards the sun. i cried as
they darted towards the horizon. you draped your arms
around my waist and suddenly i knew what it meant to be free.