I
love you; if but warned to love; where meaning becomes individualized: such
odorous arcs, spent for damaged, at nights crying by intensities: those big
beige eyes, those sun-ship horizons, at agonies to suggest love: this feudal
enterprise, addicted to reflection, at remedies selected: our sky blue friends,
if but this anguish, those hips dancing to solace: at Swanship, or casual
inflection, our phones so lonely and absent: to die this path, to live this
shore, while kicking our interior movies: if but more daughters, to sing as
sung, while heroes practice our Tao:
those turquoise margins, this interior quadroon, our families underestimating
our rockets: this faceless stranger,
this abandoned mystic, at seldom a feeling content: those red/purple grins,
this internet trip, at Europe hoping for acceptance: those intricate
locations, to hate unto inversion, our worlds surfacing hybrid children: as
bent sideways, our sidewalk massacres, while agony took center stage: those
universals, this trepid candle, this radical fire.
…this burgundy green
moon, this constant reminder, from hell beauty was formed: our register lives,
our deep breathing, this cadence slipping but darkness: at serious lineage, at
Africa retreating, at Germany falling into portals: our treacherous anguish,
our brightly stars, this moonbeam Atlantis: those long legs, those perfected
arms, that nape with its horizon: our friendly fire, our armor all tires, as
metaphor for rolling into battles: that cautious gaze, those notebook poems, at
prose and life stranded at infinity: this deep selection, this cursed science,
at swan-life pushing into oblivion: those meditations, this Zenist Flame, at
frequencies so charged it became normal: our mothers’ detention, our fathers’ retention,
so close but feeling so afar—those round rubrics, this ruler advice, if but
charmed to await elation: as stuck in pits, digging with anger, as found too
resistant: to reclaim admittance, to climb gently, as arising queen of this
fiasco: those charming ways, those charming insecurities, to float with
passion: these years developing, this Batman introvert, those political
reasons: to wonder concerning deaths, this forgiving institution, at wakes so
deep China has requested excavation…those
trenchant insights, to trust this mirrored self, to believe beauty has your
essence: while cursed for confused, at films internally, to arise so passionate
about existence: this daily miracle, this searching intellect, where such has
invoked a mirage: our portioned sight, our deliberate trespass, our cured
souls: to die with vengeance, to elope with wisdom, as fretting too much
knowledge: this winter’s cape, this ever-warm-breath, while realizing something
moves in reverse….
I
adore this promise, if slipping into pit blackness, while roaming lighted
halls: those trips to sanity, while punished for love, where in essence love
was a mirage: this vehicle force, this centripetal language, those cries in
eyes skating down memories: to soar with allegiance, to come by graces, at
rehearsed examples: to find this self, as pitted in self, while self becomes
this inclusive self: that interior person, this interior reminder, while
loathing this reversed essence: at hard breathing, at cigars and wines, to
exude a particular dimension: our hushed insanity, our intangible feelings,
while cursed to display subjective experience: this foreign rule, this cooled atmosphere, while
adored by treasures: this flight by ransom, to court a miracle, at parents lost
by responses: this nonchalance, this typical dynamic, where men become aware of
complexion: as yours is plurality, and yours is pragmatic, while yours senses a
particular chasm: those jasper thoughts, this mental Mecca mentality, as one feeling indeterminate: this world of
maybes, this class of heroes, while each culture struggles for identity: our
separate agendas, our competitive interruptions, while it takes one dying for
another to rise high: if but those roses, those innocent ways, to cultivate
pure existence: as shedding inconsistencies, while cleaving to spoken word, to
become an advocate of honest dealings: those portals in chimes, this exotic
tulip, this cagey fire.
