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 facial 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?