Dream Date

I woke from Wednesday’s dream at 3:15,
and spent some minutes savoring a bit,
remembering exciting chat between
myself and a companion who seemed fit
to self-reveal and seek appropriate
descriptions of my preference and eschewal.
I rose to consciousness and had to quit,
but hope another slumber brings renewal.

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