an unfinished dream

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she was the soft summer kiss,
a frisk of a butterfly breath on my weathered lips;
an evening breeze,
scented wine and tease.

her eyes were a journey,
a moth, flying in silence
towards the end of the tunnel
a dream that I didn’t finish watching.

I woke her up, tickling her with my beard.

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