I have a dream.

In my dreams,

no one holds unspoken words trapped in their throats.

no one props their skin up like a shield from the tempestuous

winds of human nature.

no one directs their gaze at the ground for fear of being seen.

In my dreams,

Words are a raging river; beautiful, terrifying, and flowing free from the base of our being.

In my dreams our bodies are books meant to be read and shared.

In my dreams our eyes tell stories to each other

and no one is ashamed of who they are.