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Dreams of lips and skin,

strange, long car rides

stretching across highways,

a nice hotel and strange happiness

filled the darkness of slumber.

It was the wrong car, wrong town,

wrong person, but it felt

right, too right.

And now it haunts me, this silly dream;

my waking hours are plagued with it--

it is a scene I cannot forget--

the warmth of your smile, our safety,

and the purposeful journey

From you

to me

and the silent stars.