I dreamt of you last night
Your hands like warm honey
leaving trails of sweet along my chin
you smelled of dreams
frothy like Guinness stout
I reached for your memory but
it eluded
Your voice melting into
the framework of the unknown
I listen attentively
as if certain it will be long
before I hear you again
Your spirit lingers here friend
Making me lose my footing
Commanding my feet
they disobey
tracing honey trails
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