Poison I Would Drink

I've had countless affairs with a girl I'm yet to touch.
A milestone I'm yet to carve.
Seeing her hop in the same wagon with me was a dream taking over reality.
A moment great enough to make me realize my inferiority.
A vehicle I didn't own was carrying my dream.
And there I was with a woman I couldn't reach.  
She was soaring the skies
While I paced the grounds.
She wore a crown
While I dressed the clowns
Blonde hairs cultivated on her thighs sang a symphony to my eyes.
Her mellow skin made it harder to blink
A stern glimpse of the higher world emerging from a humble end.
Words I never said are better of left unspoken
We were at different ends of the same world, Yet so close to exchange whispers
But my words weren't gold and my tongue felt naked.
Our different time frames couldn't allow us to converse, nor did allow her eyes to find mine. She was in the future and I dwelled in the presence.  
That mental image I had of my type of woman was alive and in that wagon with me.
I'm sure her heart is a ruby, beautiful as her eyes.
And her polished fingernails beacons of womanhood
I'm sure she carried love the way she carried herself.
And would adorn her home with a scent of motherhood
Even if she turns out to be a venom in a jar
A serpent camouflaged
She'd still be the woman of my dreams
The poison I would drink.