Piece of a Dream

Soft, smoky laugh.

Glittered like crushed
pearls on black velvet.
And a voice that tasted
like cocoa (but it wasn't
bitter 'til the end.) The
silken, glossy finish of
a waxwork (I knew it was
too good to be real.) Like

dark chocolate, knocked back
as vodka. Or just a
cut glass silver sliver

of imagination gone awry.