Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas.
