When sweet dreams of ice cream scoops
Slide from sentimental to erotic and
My feelings glide and ripple
back through time and space
To you, a you I never really knew
But for a shimmer of a connection
A persistence of a synaptic thread
That should have withered long ago
But there it is
A spark
From a forgotten memory
A spark
From a moment of regret
A spark from
A look unrecognized
A touch not understood
A flirt unreciprocated
Once lost in time and space
Now woken by a dream
The spark follows the thread
Releases the same oxytocin
That fused the connection long ago
And I am there and you are there
I tingle from the squeeze of your hand
And remember that I did… nothing
Then you’re gone, the dream fades into
A hazy image of an ice cream scoop.
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