Torn Reality

a little white pill
crown on ice
reality is not altered
just a small tear
and then
she smells you
lying beside her
toes touching
she trusts those eyes of blue
caught up in the rythmn
of your breath
and she smells you
your gentle touch
warms her skin
ignites her veins
and she smells you
batteries whirl
wetness comes
but no tada, no ahhh
and no smell

someday no pills no crown
she will smell you
yes she will smell you
and cry

7/6/06 Red Queen
Hmmmmm someday!