I’ve got no sweet tooth,
but her lips of charisma
drilled a cavity into my molar.
She called me by my first name.
Who does that?
Talking to her happened only in my dreams,
but she approached me as though
our dreams intertwined, clouded in secrecy.
I caught her red-handed,
saying she loves me in a recording I placed in my pocket.
I’m in the dentistry of wishful thinking.
A dental hygienist told me to breathe.
Quick breaths.
She kissed my lips, and I woke up from
the danger I faced in a nightmare.
We chatted over a movie
and a glass of wine.
We said forever and set a time to settle down.
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