My Olive Song
Rich in color, a radiant glimpse of human perfection,
She will always hauntingly serenade my dreams.
Hindering any contrary divine objection,
She slices through dimensional glass with her shrill, rhapsodic scream.
In awe of her sagely, omniscient perception,
So suggestively intuitive, yet still so naive.
Delphic eyes animating transcendental, telepathic affection,
Crystallizing my stratous soul like translucent, dissecting moonbeams.
Oblivious to the ambient beauty of her vernal reflection,
And all of her aura’s natively prismatical schemes.
Her rustic essence resonates of Amrita, the most aromatic confection,
Purifying her ancestral, decadently carnal genes.
Cradling me in her flowering, lunular meniscus connection,
Leaving me feeling my most safe and serene.
She’ll rule the world with progression,
And then blow it to smithereens.