Us
I think and I become my dreams
tenuous fingers connecting me to you,
sparks of azure
wrapping me in ice
to preserve the idea
of us.
I think and my dreams tantalize,
confident fingers entwine,
fireworks of red and orange
set me on fire
burning away impurities
for us.
My dreams make me think
as I stroke your fingers with mine,
an ocean of aquamarine
floating beneath,
carrying the world
to us.