...Of Auras and other Fancies

your aura is fluid
suspending you at the height of a deity
floating flawlessly
forcing me to crane my neck to see,
staring up stupidly
annoyingly blissful tranfixion
(the kind that in long intervals
may cause saliva to drip)

you,
up there in that peaceful placenta
as if the sunlight refraction on your liquid haze
protects from the wrath of the world
your pheromones shoot love darts
that i cant dodge
'cause i'm
still staring stupidly
engulfed in the iridescent shadows the sun, once penetrating your bubble, leaves.

your aura is the color of warmth
you aura smells like sand in an hourglass
your aura feels like ignorance,wrapped in film of hope
your aura taste like eternity
and you,
you'll be there alone forever
and ill be down here , looking up,
more than content with my position,
for just as long