I
need you—so terrible to confess you, so stressed to meet you: those everyday
poises, this shocking mirror, at letters, missives, and vignettes: our
manuscripts, our high ideals, so close to becoming indebted: such brilliant
minds, our daughters giggling, our minds analyzing: to earmark hearts, or to
eye-pain arcs, so rooted, such a binocular-heart: laughing with you, talking
smack with you, or tragic this adoration for you: petting a cheetah, straddled
to indecency, while a man relives his errors: such travesty in you, such lose
in you, rereading a line or two: so much, by so little, while striking
something famish: but Love is tremendous, that hundred dollar word, or Love is
meek, modest, and mature: at something clean but dirty, or high but low, where
our laundry desires its folding: to cross this bridge, to un-drown this sea,
while abused by something aesthetic: such depth to listen, such articulated
debates, such hidden condition: at shy-terrors, at sky-mirrors,
rewriting our interiors: so ashamed of behavior, at something difficult, imagining
a Bishop’s heart-caves: such appealing sorrows, to love like passion,
where-after, Love is deep in despair: some may disregard, while Love is
smiling, but it has become a deep mystery: our carry-along(s), our trenchant
soul-luggage, our nervous appetites: to live forever, this immortal curse, at
something this last sip: but Love is adorable, and Love is playful, and Love is
miracle occurrence: to invest in music, to determine magic, so holy, so secular,
so demanded: to see this future, our vatic cries, while foreshadowed as dying
softly: those beige movies, this beige screen, at mother’s memoirs: those
timesheets, those documents, while one was sure to select our readings: so
close to rain, so indebted to pain, where hurt becomes a vehicle for flying:
our shivering outlooks, our amazing collaboration, while seated and looking,
where something terrific is filled with anguish: those we can’t shake, those
with hooks in souls, while realizing Love is horrible: so determined to see, or
determined to be seen, while many are quite indifferent: to agree to success,
to renege on success, while demanding acknowledgements: this wonder in guts,
this flippant response, those righteous angers: so pure in eyes, so filthy to
self, while it takes years to know each other.
When
times are hardest, we display ourselves, and we act according to wisdom: so
thrown to accept, so partial to sophists, while realizing imperfection: to have
adored in you, to sing in you, as to mimic in you: our shaved balloons, our
aircraft survival, where something excruciating is giving knowledge: too angry
to decipher, too threshed to walk, so curled in a ball and puffing nicotine:
this reality, or this pressure, while realizing a deficit in self: this war
struggle, as identifying with victimization, where insanity is breeding wolves:
but Love is relaxed, and Love is tense, and Love has betrayed her mirror’s
friend: as dying in segments, or living in reverse, where something chaotic
appeals to senses: our days at Yahtzee, becoming yachtsmen, sailing hellish beauty:
so indestructible, living with pain, while compounding miseries: but Love is
anxious, for Love is reduced, while existence is flourishing by absurdities: to
do anything, to insist upon partisan rules, while free to ski and skate and
scale obscenities: indeed, a casual person, by insistent concerns, or to
realize our love sings to phoenixes: reporting to self, flaming with guilt,
while afraid of something private: this fool-hearted maniac, this insistence to
reap another’s soul, while ignoring life and becoming a borderline court case:
such a riddle, such indebt-ness, while true military advances, plus, retreats: to
fixing irreparable damages, while becoming swine and mud, for another is
gripping to those fiery trespasses: so cured to exist, so punished to persist,
where existence carries its mandated wars: but Love is opalescent, struck by
confusion, with a deeply insistent desire to possess adoration.
