Armed With Your Classy Effervescence
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/Steven Ilchev, 2003/
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Calendars flicker on and on
While plastered backgrounds echo a song,
A vehicular squeal meandering through my
Fire lawns ever so teal
Iced fire - such vintage champagne flirting with
Effervescence in a glass mirroring bathtubs meant
For us in a room spelling out creepy nudity that
Becomes me today as I stand entangled in complexity,
The blooming of mega-inferiority
Illusionary comfort eclipsing my absolutely limp modesty
As I gather the magnetic powers that be -
The arms of your unmistakable effervescence
Arm'd indeed with nothin' but fear...
I excite you no more and hard as my craggy
Expression is it melts down... and
Try as I might the infant inside spills
The rain that belts the crust of my
Tumbling heart
Then I drain myself to fright the way you'd
Hold me,... almost! Your classy effervescence
Still towering throughout my dusty shelves
Forever barren of the stock-in-trade
That'd present me as a sexy beast
I hold on to your force, I yawp your classy name,
Oh please return to me 'fore I keel over and cease
To bat them eyelids
That'll always be connected
To yours!
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