i dreamt
you loved me
and i still loved you

that, everyone understood as natural.

you were younger, a thoughtful fool
i was younger, a maiden on the cusp of mother, my claws were still retractable at your will

you met my father, the second one
you stripped off your shirt to flex for me
i wore a blue denim dress with white canvas shoes to impress you
you made me promise to never cut my hair

in this space time
no one else
ever had the chance to get hurt
no other lover had cried for us, yet
no children were born or known,
our future was only in my ovaries,

waiting for us

*this poem was dreamt 2.21.2024