The Effusion, You
The mesmerism in your eyes
compelled me to forget my
The script of your lovely tongue
restrained me to fly.
The stupefaction I’m held by
is not just a moment of time,
materially it’s the life, I feel.
The opus of your shape, by
only auditing, I absorbed the
strongest liquor of the century.
The surge I endure, from
deeming a bit luster of yours, I
Look, you, this is not the side
effect of your entity.
You, the part of vindicated me,
You inlaid and it’s completed .
I’m majestic with your contiguity