Poem... what do you think?

It's called:

Imagine:love

The look and feel of your body to mine

Like puzzle pieces

The right place and time

Perfection is something divine

We'll never reach it,

but im content with what we've built

Perfect in that it is nothing of the sort

The sandman's special blend

your scent sucks me in

Intoxicated

we stumble through the motions

So much harder with sheets for oceans

You whisper in my ear

You know exactly what I want to hear

And i know all the lines

You hit the beats in perfect time

Slow motion

This moment is for savoring

I'll slip it into a day dream

Perhaps I'll stir it in with my coffee when I add the cream

The morning breaks, as does the spell

I dread the day that I lose my imagination

It allows me to think this is more than adaptation

But I know it's all the same

When I wake up in the morning and remember nothing but your name.