Dressed For Love Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Dressed for the enchanting garden; I wore uninhibitedly sagging flannel trousers; rampantly encapsulating persona with a blanket of ravishingly green leaf,

Dressed for the valiant battle; I wore armors of invincible steel; unflinchingly enveloped my entire body with swords of scintillatingly intrepid courage,

Dressed for the pulsating discotheque; I wore skimpy sweatshirts and headbands; entrenching even the most infinitesimal follicle of my hair; with exotically rustic
and wild gypsy straw,

Dressed for diving in the undulating ocean; I wore an ostentatiously raunchy two piece swimsuit; liberating my senses to be astoundingly unruly; to be
handsomely unbelievable and natural,

Dressed for gallivanting through the mystical forests; I wore a brazenly exhilarating leopard skin; insurmountably tingling even the most diminutive element of my visage with the astronomically aristocratic freshness of mother nature,

Dressed for nocturnal bedtime; I wore a nonchalantly floating silken robe; stringently applyingintransigently repellent balms all over my body; to sequester myself from the horde of perniciously pertinent mosquitoes,

Dressed for ravenously heavenly supper; I wore an impeccably humble apron of ivory white; smacking my slavering lips and tongue with chilled soda; to tantalizingly foment my gargantuan appetite,

Dressed for the mesmerizing magic show; I wore a wizardly cloak of celestially conjuring voluptuousness; embellishing my drearily penurious looks with charismatically resplendent vanity powder,

Dressed for ragged mountaineering; I wore an unfathomable cascade of machismo denim; resiliently punctuating even the most inconspicuous bone of my sagging body with punches of ingratiating euphoria,

Dressed for the poignantly princely marriage; I wore fascinating garlands of sensuously iridescent rose; beautifully adorning every patch of my shivering skin
with gorges of spell bindingly amiable friendship,

Dressed for ebulliently exhilarating adventure; I wore a frolickingly kangaroo outfit; vibrantly assimilating all marvelously intoxicating melody of the benign atmosphere; in my unequivocally wandering stride,

Dressed for regally sagacious school; I wore twin sets of meticulously ironed trousers; overwhelming my inherently laggard visage with the mantra of holistically mortal righteousness,

Dressed for receiving the magnanimously scintillating trophy; I wore a majestically crimson blazer; drowning my nimbly trembling demeanor in the aisles of gloriously aristocratic Oligarchy,

Dressed for the fetidly acrimonious gutters; I wore a graveyard of derogatorily sullen tomatoes; remorsefully melanging every ingredient of my form with the walls
of frantically sinful desperation,

Dressed for the triumphant birthday party; I wore an unimaginable festoon of vividly cheerful balloons; magnificently substituting each of my monotonously traumatized senses with the everlasting eternal elixir of; youthful joyousness,

Dressed for the abhorrently corporate meeting; I wore a brutally asphyxiating formal suit which almost wringed my subtle neck; salaciously draping my harmoniously symbiotic personality; with viciously slandering slang,

Dressed for the chapter of wonderfully victorious life; I wore the philanthropically Omnipotent color of the Sun and the Moon; fabulously coalescing every ingredient of my serene conscience with the; fruits of gorgeously fructifying nature,

And dressed for immortally sacrosanct love; I wore the perpetually charming blessings of the Almighty Divine; wholesomely relinquishing everything else on this
fathomless Universe; except his unconquerable order to serve all Omnipresent humanity; except his sacredly enamoring wish to proliferate countless more of my
kind.