Euphoric Thoughts

I turned off the light of the world.
If you would like to find me,
burn yourself.

I like you as the scintillating flame.
Even if you cause hefty maim,
you remain an iconic frame.

I'd like to catch you in a fete.
keep asking you to differentiate,
and make you blate.

I'd like to offer you a flower.
even if you dwell in a bower,
I make your ponytail scour.

The frabjous shape of your nose.
makes my mind blows,
and uttering prose.

Your appealing eyes make me berserk.
even in the depth of murk,
I always lurk.

I'd like to cross with you hemispheres.
Sail with you across frontiers,
and gather a myriad of souvenirs.

I travel with you to festive powwows.
kiss your lips in Winnebagos,
While we stop in Laos.

Direct me with your light.
The compass of my soul shall delight,
I will be your knight.

You are a sparkling bewitching star.
when you walk onward from afar,
the earthly mosses mar.

I like it when you sip liquor.
or just jibber-jabber and bicker,
then send a comment with a sticker.

All the sparrows seem to tinkle.
while the stars oversprinkle,
just seeing your dimple.

The full moon, the baloon and the silver spoon.
even the sand dune,
will faint and swoon.

You evaporate brain cells.
Casting your own spells,
upon humans and seashells.

Marvelous as the baroque of the Galilee.
Just like late evening black tea,
The modern version of Penelope.

As The stones at the Temple of Baal.
The summer Caribbean cocktail,
and sun rays in Mare's Tail.

The shadows of mankind are asleep.
For your beauty the desert's sand weep,
when you come and leap.

I see you in my dream.
Lifting my soul where the moonbeam,
as sweet as the Clotted cream.

Because of you Valentine blush.
You are the artist's paintbrush,
That makes objects rush.

More like fragrant winter buds.
Less like alluring ginger-jars,
and the kids' memoirs.

I'd even adore you as Joan of Arc
steering me as a barque,
I will be your Bismarck.

You are the effect of Absinthe.
a beautiful hyacinth,
I drift back with you to old Corinth.

I will gather roses whenever we may.
next to the bay as we play,
I will open a bottle of Chardonnay.

You're the everlasting Broadway.
From there to Bombay,
Until Doomsday.

Marduk's towers, Aphrodite's flowers, Egypt and Persia Knew.
Babylon's rivers, Iceland's blizzards, Hindu, Kurd, and jew.

Mythical places, vast spaces, the ax that hew.
bonds of breath, realms of death, roses wet with dew.

Voodoo Child, Jekyll, and Hyde, Florence's wintry view.
Databases, cyberspaces and superb old-world yew.

Fifth Avenue, seamew and the pleasure of Mulligan stew.
Daffodils, Dutch windmills, and American feverfew.

They all see you as the Tiramisu.
And If Tomorrow Starts Without You,
and silence breakthrough,
the late evening dew,
I will not seek a corkscrew
To push through the homebrew
and unravel every taboo. !