I had a dream
last night
where I wasn’t me
and me wasn’t I

I was the opposite gender
a man
in medieval times
with a struggle

I was a gay man
which was forbidden
back then
and yet, I was proud of it

I was a man
with a death sentence
for loving someone

I was put to lay
on a velvety couch
with a woman
soothing me with her voice

She had an axe
in her small hands
telling me to
“Lay on your side.”

She lifts the axe
and I feel a familiar dread
I was about to leave the earth
but was met with memories of my lover and I

It happened so fast
I knew I was dead
I knew I had died
for loving someone