Your fingers staple pine nuts into everything you touch.

Ceci n'est pas un compliment.

You are the Ayatollah of Confusion on the night of Divali.

As the bile slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulation, your mere presence has a calming effect on my rabies.

How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation?

I find your eye sockets to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and oncogenic delights.

Your sweet voice is like the snap of a bra strap upon a sunburnt back.

The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous cardinals setting a Spanish village ablaze.

Marmots will stick to you in Delaware.

You turn tohe atmosphere wild with currents of vitriol when you smile at the passing insects.