I keep dreaming of you

I’m too tired to recall or archive the love we share in my dreams

This last one was oh so sweet

My head on your chest as we embrace after a long stressful attempt to find you

A labyrinth of hallways and corridors

I’m trying to get away from the drama at the plaza grocery store

Cars and men making problems

But I find you in our rented room and you are safe

I thought you harmed after I thought I saw your backpack at the crime scene parking lot

These men are following me but I’m worried about u

They aren’t even noticing me

They let me pass and then I close the doors

Locking them out of our evening of warm touches and long hair entanglements

I keep loving you from afar

It has been seven years since we last met or talked or shared glances

I wonder about you often

I hope you are still with us

Your hair thick

Your skin rough and covered with ink

Our companion moth tattoos keeping our ancestors close to our hearts, to our heads

You guide me often

To myself, to my path, to my future

You were my first door and I long for reciprocity but our timing has since passed

Our love the obsidian blade that parallels off into the dark

Hidden away and lost in the only way it could ever know

Oh how I miss you

My first indigenous love

The water of my youth

A river of tears I shed for you

I would not know my present without you

I will cling to sending this message on the wind like a song you scream at our oppressors