utopian’s dream
✧
if we were all cavemen,
archaic beings
with wires buried
in the distant future,
love would be ageless
genderless
colorless.
we would be walking
loving
breathing
without a destination
or finish line in mind
or in sight.
we would be boundless
naïve
happy
surviving on instinct
that told us someone was dangerous
because they were:
violent, not gay;
mean, not black;
threatening, not overweight;
and beauty would truly be
more than what is
reflected in a silver mirror.
this is more than a poem;
this is a dream.
