A Perfect Dream Poem by Audrey O'shea

A perfect dream,
in the darkest of nights,
no fainted screams,
everything so right.

A fallen angel,
I lay there and wait,
a perfect hell,
where you appear and caress,
yet also sedate.

The most perfect drug,
the finest tasting wine,
on the strings to my heart you tug,
making me unravel while we
slowly combine.

You seep into my skin,
making me feel so light and thin,
spreading across my face the widest grin,
where you place your lips over and over again.

The sweetest dream,
in the darkest of nights,
I hear myself scream, as I
wake, and your gone from all sight