What would I say?

She looks like pure perfection, strolling on a cloud.
Her image evades my mind, provoking my thoughts to run wild.
My imagination entices me to believe, she's dancing on my tongue.
She taste like chocolate covered strawberries, with a hint of rum.
Beauty prances from her smile, like a rainbow in sunlight.
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds that can luminate the darkest night.
My desire is to climb on her cloud, and taste her lips.
My wish is to find superior satisfaction in her kiss.
As I stand, a breath away from knowing her name,
I envision myself walking through the corridors of her brain.
Having enchanted conversations, with the ghosts that incite her fears.
And the guardian of her subconscious thoughts that lubricate her gears.
AS reality snaps me back in line;
it was all just a fantasy to entertain the mind.
Because, her cloud gracefully floated away.
IT left me wandering, if I saw her again what would I say?


Chaz Smith

Copyright ©2003 Chaz L Smith

Okay I normally hate long lined poems, yet that was so descriptive, I was kind of "hooked" until the end. Well written, all the sensations. *claps* I like, well done!

Kimberlei xx