Liquid Lilac

Liquid as a Lilac

Bubble spheric I am so euphoric.
You can hear it like the electric eclectic electric, tangent rainbow child dancing so eccentric.

If you reflect silenced upon my gaze, succumbing in my haze present me intangible pregnant tear, forever making your rhetoric so esoteric.

Enchanted pixel dusting of the wander lust historic.
You sizzle inside my brain like lye, all caustic and boric.

The tickle trickle of your enthusiasm empiric.
You twist like ill annunciated words like my swollen mind all parasitic.

You rush upon me like painted prose, swirled like the lush forest of the psychedelic.
As you pour down on me like a gush of pathetic pathetic fallacy, all humid sticky and phallic.

The idealized, realized symphony alphabetized , so like the sultry and decadent of the harmonic.
You write like a melodious dulcet lull of your heterophonic.

You cant blame me if you feel a little erotic, hypnotically homogenized twisted homophobic.
The synchronized roar of the coalescing strictly stryphnic.

It 's not my fault the crystalline milk is fallen like the maraschino cherry like the chubbified crimson and cherubic.
You are left unshapely by the raw and dually wilting public.

Like the sheer blandness and depression dusty desert sweltering and sweating the Arabic.
Melting like the sincere swallow of your panic.

-Nox-Nuit