The Acid Test

A little spark. A work of art. She lit the dark and filled my heart. Around I turned to feel the burn. There she lies. I’ll never learn. She huffed and puffed and blew me down. I was amazed at what I’d found. She drifted high above the rest But didn’t pass the acid test. A little prick under the skin. It’s quite the trick how she snuck in. Then through the vein up to the brain The little things drove me insane. She soothed and smoothed my troubled brow. She calmed my nerves, I don’t know how. She laid me down. I felt so blessed. But didn’t pass the acid test. A little sign. A dream defined. I drew the line there in my mind. Then, unaware, without a care I breathed her in like so much air. She revved me up and sped my pulse. Somehow, some way she got results. I must admit, she did impress But didn’t pass the acid test.