dream

I’m freaking out

Because there isn’t enough

It’s okay

You say

You take my hand

Awkwardly

As you take me to fix the problem

Sorry my hand is cold

I say

You don’t need to hold my hand

You laugh me off

Finding it ridiculous

That I don’t need your kindness

I’m relieved

I readjust my grip

This tenuous touch now technically allowed

My problem solved and forgotten

We’re on the floor of my room

Describe my eyes

You dare me

And as I get closer

In physical distance and in mind

Your eyes explode into color

First in threads of gold and brown and green

Second in colors of the rainbow

Come out with us later

You plead

Trying to extend our moments

Yes

I say

But not now

For now

Close the door

And you say

Yes