Peace

Imagine my face on yours,
your eyes on mine,
imagine your words in my mouth,
your hand in mine.

Imagine the thoughts
of an immigrant
walking naked with just one little scarf
to cover one part,
freedom,
from growing tired in the mud.

Imagine my hands in yours,
white and black or black and white.

Imagine the soft against the rock.

Imagine the war and the peace
and the thin line of love or hatred to cross.

Imagine one word to write.

One word to keep.

One word to say.

One thing to wish.

Imagine you have just one time
the right to dream
of the peace and not the war.