in my perfect world-

you are as dark as i am light

the difference is as clear as black and white

but the inside of me

sees the true color of you

and you become the same as me;

not just when under attack with bombs bursting in air

but on the subway and at the market-

when we are at the fair or running a marathon;

we can hear each other breathe

slow even breaths

and there is no difference between us-

you are as loved as i am.