Often
insecure and floating love, certain of certain actions.
We
channel so greyly, to enter sanctuaries, proud of such
visitation.
He’s a loquat thinker, an armoire symbol, to
piecemeal
a blueprint. She plagues a mental, to dance a
rhythm,
as lovely as mayflies. They picture faceless, a pair
of
faces, perceived as faces. She harbors graces, to whittle
hearts,
as wise as wizards. He raises rain, to touch for war,
to
witness envy. They voyage stillness, to search a motive,
as
violet as clear dreams. How for motion, a flaming chest,
as
vocal as songbirds. She affirms love, to build for castles,
an
inner kingdom. They lotus a dream, to soar as eagles,
confronted
at angles. How to unlatch, for deeper love,
running
from a mirror? They hunt to grip, a tender soul, to
travel
wingspan. The basin’s full, a pile of jellybeans, a
mixture
of colors. He sees for sanctum, to trespass gently,
awake
for wafers. She’s for strength, a mystic share, to
master
myth. They stargaze, to probe a future, counting
rhinestones.
