Rare Dreams

That night she had a dream of such rare bliss
She thought it couldn’t ever quite connect
With her experience so far; the kiss,
That lingered on her lips, made her inspect
Those rosebuds in the mirror: were they bruised?
Or were they shining brightly, like the blush
That he had given her, when he had used
Her for the very first time? And the rush
Of feelings, in her head and in her heart,
Had so prevailed, they never seemed to stop;
But, with the quiet voice, they played their part
In making sure she knew that she had got
Her feelings so entangled, it would seem
That this connection was simply a dream