A poet
A painter
A reader of dreams
She sings to me when
We are in between sheets

We can speak in tongues
Or just by ****** features
I'll read you and you'll read me

Her voice
Her scent
Her body beguiles
It leaves you speechless
With blood in your mouth

I wander confused
Or maybe caught by surprise
Maybe nothing was happening

This sweet
This soft
This delicate lady
Has thorns like a rose
Primed to inject venom

No remedy in sight
Or I'm just nearsighted
Is this all just a dream?