Thursday, November 19, 2015

Forest Leaves II

I wrestle to wrestle life, netted to stars, for presentation. It comes through
fires, to nestle flame, to cull for secrets. I know for mind, a thought for vixens,
to court a snake-fly. It’s torn a coffin, to dig a fathom, to rise from graves. Oh
for messy, to visit a judge, a pair of children. We laugh at irony, a bit satiric,
to strip a puzzle. Oh your story, to scribe for glass, bleeding through shards; for
a name grew, to plant an orb, to orbit wisdom. I felt a palm, to stroke an ego,
a bit too shy; and mother spoke: “To capture dreams, we must perish.” I fall
from bed, forced to rise, for counting blunders; plus, forgive, a fading self,
for such affliction.     What was it, for a keen eye, to know for hell? Its deep a life,
a weekly psych, to grow like thunder. I feel an arm, drifting through winds, as
kind as grandma. I wish to see it, a nudge for growth, as distant as felines; for
love is nay, as active as foreplay, to disappear. It’s now for chase, to roam a
city, asearch for tight eyes. I love it not, to love it more, a door upon skies; and
left asunder, to wander psyches, as found as lost. You're more astute, to stir a
chuckle, where all is scrutiny. I saw it well, a giant soul, flooding souls; for
this for love, a distant love, to play it naïve. It’s a wrestle, plus a cave, an altar
near flame; and God heard, to fix a night, to fraught a mind. It was you, ever this
heart, beating through twilight; for earth is small, for more to leap—our strife.  

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