A Perfect World

I dreamed last night of a perfect world.

In a perfect world, you go and fight your battles. I would go and fight mine.

And we would return to a sacred place and rest upon one another.
 We would discover each other through our bodies and our minds.
 Express our soul’s joy and anguish without preoccupation, anxiety,
expectation, or insecurity.
There would be no room for it.

Then the next day would come, because the world would not stop spinning,
 even if we felt that it did.
And we would go out onto battle again to conquer new worlds,
 new mountains, new demons.

And returning again, you would let your eyes quench my thirst.
I would let my breath and warmth fill your apetite.
We’d satiate each other’s hunger for life.
 And our hearts would pound out the soreness and sorrows of the battlefield.

We never spoke a word.