Bjorkinating

Woah...the ride is taking a slide,
and 3, 4, 5, there's not much sleep to hide.
her kisses tasted like mineral water,
but dreams are much to abide by,
when real slides make me falter.

yellow strands are strange to imagine,
when I think I know most of the passion,
but I am here and just of the lowly pagin,
nator,
creator,
distinctinator,
dominator,
hater,
and I paid her,
my respects and ran after,
and in passing the test,
I somehow passed the rest,
when a brain conquers to infest.