…a
gentle breeze, among sunshine, dining with coyotes: our blue blazed fires, our
flickers come moonrise, at tears and elephants and dance: to chance a maniac,
this mental woman, at courses infatuated by psychologies: our red flashes, our
dark currents, or daughters longing for mid-motion: this flush coming, this
river gunning, those highlights at noon: if but too excited, to fall a short
second, as arisen in glory: to need you, so much to possess you, while affair
would render death: this taller glade, those fashioned scents, or so sick with
steady a conversation: where wolves chance, where lions play, while Daniel
touched for ruined such leniency: those iconic caresses, this fair skinned
distress, at seconds feeling debated: those interior clocks, at granny’s
doorposts, or father so in touch it aches: those bold livers, this sudden spot,
while sipping for leniencies: those aches, Love, this touch, Love, to awaken
running to our castles, Love….
…it
tore a hole, this goddess in terror, to rewind seated with Jesus: our A.D.
minds, our B.C. charms, so infused looking at English insanity: our social
psychotics, our sunrise hostilities, at shivers and comforts and pining for
relaxation: this subtle point, our necks riddled, our throats handled: to tug
at universes, to dwell in treacheries, as arisen a ghost: to sin with Thomas,
to higher grounds with Jews, at something creeping into a spell: this fabulous
ruse, this outstanding trespass, while so low it aches to inhale: our rituals
laughing, our teas giggling, but satiation is such sweet sorrow: as ever a
mistake, or tender a child, while despising, nay, loathing his guts: our
daughters alive, but forced to hate, while so young learning dysfunction: as
never this song or ever this curtain, to peek and sense something so afar:
those ruby cheeks, those ruby eyes, those hazel high-tears: as never convinced,
while holding to loyalties, where something pushes such grayness: but Love is
science, and Love is our kingdom, while Love is music: those cymbals clanging,
those charms rewound, our territory blurred and blended into casualties: at
fairer concerns, this welt this wealth, such wicked longevity….
I
shift reality, a dream in corals, a bear at nursing: this empire, this slow
pace, those faceless beings: to
remember you, so delicately strong, so in need of a mentor: something to hold
to, something to live for, while sketchy a tad bit: this brilliant mother, this
work-praised father, those siblings: to see you there, to reminisce upon manic
memories, to sense a young daughter: that energized aura, those euphoric lows,
at tales this deep ignition: at so many confusions, such a rival in our
kingdom, but prone to something scientific: to tug and yank, to need for
clearance, as something asking permission: those taller pines, this oaken
scream, as drilled for ruined but playing pretend: our daughters dying, our
daughters flying, while thoughts are compartmentalized: this feeling mother,
this radical father, at grandparents plain infatuated: if cursed a scar, than
bad development, while something good
has gripped theologies: those brown hazel beams, this interior mountain, while
so cold it felt for reason: at core frustration, pondering this minx, or this
sylph: at thoughts concerning deliberation, at thoughts concerning actualities,
or so gone our winter has become sunlight: such demonized afflatuses, such
sanctum trances, while never upon a summer this discussion: at so many
admirations, needing to relax, but too much time has stated aloneness: this
apocalypse, this apophatic leakage, at
scars and dreams and something needing perfection: those fiery lakes, this
purgatorial journey, at Dante needing assistance: such ecstasy, to muse a name,
realizing Love is chosen: those glowing handkerchiefs, or St. Paul’s
adrenaline, or Dorothy’s courage: to remember an image, to sense mother, to
ignore said image: those years to flourish, this birth to deaths, this alley
upon a miracle.
