i had a dream
you lived in texas
in a small room with a twin bed
in your parent's house.
i came to see you.
we rode in a bike race,
and one morning while i was pouring myself coffee,
your mother handed me four condoms.
with a crimson glow i turned,
into the refuge of your room,
where you lay tucked into your small bed.
engulfed in crisp navy cotton,
you looked at me and giggled
right before i woke up
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be sweet