We
love entirely, and part for love, with souls ticking. I wanted
for
tomorrow, oblivious for today. It was so forbidden, a self to
monitor.
I cringe for fate, to reckon for treasure, posing for a
mirror.
Kittens are sprinting, where Labradors chase, enhancing
his
tears. Oh for mystic, and cryptic rills, a kiss for visions.
I’m
born, if only a thought, to rest in her kindness. Such a
quality,
to reach within, and furnace a diamond—to witness
flames,
and broken flannel, and feeding puppies. I grabbed a
duck,
to forge a smile, and hamper an appetite. It’s ever a can’t
have, and ever a can’t do, for a spirit in grains. I felt for
grievance,
through fluorescent lights, to sit whelmed in panic;
and
thus, to walk away, training parrots. Where for comfort, but
reaching
arms, a host of femininity; and ever a mirror, to draw
from
rivers, where pigeons perish; and more this feeling, to love
and
feel for destroyed. We’re ever so close, and ever so far,
communing
in solitude. Oh for lovelocks, and temblor souls,
teaching
my mind. I love her like found, to fret for symphonies;
and more for love,
sewing voiceprints, and raking leaves.
