I’m
torn of flesh, expired as flesh, adrift, aloft a galaxy: that tan flesh; those
sable eyes; this moan through cries that life; as excavated brightly, those
sunburn tattoos, filtered by chaos—as beige gremlins, or psychotropics, to
enter one last breath—this death of dreams, flesh to bone, our psychosomatic
terrors. I’ve died torn, burgundy at heart, fleeing through blue rivers—as
chased internally, afflicted by lusts, to touch such reach as to shiver—this
echo of cadence, shocked for slain, at mercy his knees to buckle; such florid
souls, at warmth pure rejection, at that stage of pandemonium—this crooked
vice, to plead forgiveness, as some are blessed that death: those wild eyes,
extinguished-injustice, pulling at throats one more life—to give it breath,
such violent music, pulling for begging for dying; this cry of life, as souls
plummet, that fatal extinction—as less extant, this crystal mere glass, to sip
by culture this horror: our symbols at war; our love as livid; this parachute
as leaking winds—to churn by justice, to courage by womb, at flights those
grieving curtains—where love would fever, as furnace to friction, favored a
vacuum in time; for love was founded, in something terrible, that neckline as
abusive—to fumble his fingers, as frantic as werewolves, gnawing deeper—unholy
flesh; that pace in dreams, as caution evaporates, while floored to cuffs; as
love would live, as morphed a ladybug, to untrouble our station: where smiles
crackled; as tears were wiped; while more this lonely bed; as cultured madness,
fluids by motion, to give what came as holy; this temple of fools, unsteady but
gracious, at wars this carnal affection; as kisses harm, this lethal force,
abashed by sheer kindness; this odd adventure, pushing as tugging—enlove with
midnights: this face to waters, this dove to cages, our fury as intense
fires—to die that soul, abased as cherished, addicted as one newly
entangled—with wants for justice, this cryptic irony, to have this dull
shadow—as compared our rollercoaster, this ride through dungeons, as to forget
such love.
