I
shall love you as an unstable creature so reversed and loving, nonetheless. I shall
commend you those reaching frequencies as most feel haunted—those whetstone
emotions those terrified blue-green eyes or brown-mahogany detriments; to harm
unknowingly to adore like candy where our minds wrestle cavities; this purer
meal this lascivious scent while a man does any-but everything to dance in rich
ambivalence:
those dinosaur grays
these caiman genetics as forced to evaluate circumstances; our burgundy
mudslides this fever in cyan or those purple infatuations; to cry upon wood to
ride this carriage while sweet sounding sullen; those purer arcs this freeway
inside or this avenue of cypress trees; our oaken battles while chewing
invisibility about crazed concerning such infestation; our souls, Love, our
dreary intoxicated brains, to have romance so close to dying forever; if but to
assign like fifty reasons where loving and adoring you becomes penultimate; a
revving body a trimester womb or so silky and southern it aches to be close;
our minds as demented our furious jealousies if but to lay claim to something
slipping our reigns; as abandoned creatures, into erotic art, while adoring something
so intimate with pain:
while
not close enough or too close to reach if but those thoughts from something
gangly; those awkward creations those envious omens where it’s better to
seclude for weeks than to ponder everyone’s thoughts.
I
have died in you like a woman needing a father where unsaid father was quite
cruel. I have become like losing so estranged from me at esoteric blue lines;
this yogic heartbeat this twizzling machine while something is haunting about
robots; those fair creations so indebted to purer sciences where something
happened to evoke God mechanics; those terrible concerns this beige index while
white paper says a great deal; to want like that final second to need like those
final increments while a second is dying down; those calves and thighs those
brains and ligaments those hands and typing; as curious conclaves or radiant
dead adventurers so absolute so enlove and cringing a nonchalant series; those
blatant events this charming personality or this body made for admiration:
to cuddle derrière to
kiss and pout and die for exclusivity; or to taste ambrosia this wiggle into such
crevices while pulling for yanking or panting for redeeming; our concupiscent
thoughts this feeling anti-theologian or this reason to walk away; those
daisies at his wake where a deadman gave his eulogy if but to creep into
existence; our souls metaphysical our hold with diamonds while blood trickles
from devastation; our harvested sanctums this fever and fire those caves so
unrelenting; to realize but anxiety to curse a green shiver while rainbows fall
and fold and flame passions.
