Café Noir

You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem.