Acidic Sweet. Poem by Ripper Jones

Your smile is like a grapefruit on a sunny afternoon
That sqirts acidlike fragments of joyous tambourines
That reflect the sunlight into a river of silver delights
That plunder buccaneering dogs of Dante's scenes.

Your eyes are like nothing on Earth
As they rise with the sun and make mead and delight
In the magnificent embers of a phoenix birth
Through lands of purple mist and glorious sights.

Your hands mirror gradations of the holy work
In which you excel and make people of the spheres
Where two headed eagles swoop down to circ
The plains of dust where are fiery seers.