Wednesday, January 8, 2020

When a Women Dies in You


The most holy cloud by which we fly most indebted to suffering.

Purgatorial waters. Haven hells. While carving wedgewood.

To know you is to admire you but a creature so afar from my life; those ghetto reminders or this imperfect beginning as struggling to rewash my sociality.

So crazed to imagine but a cable by electricity to wonder if this is enough; but a simple complexity
but miles of luggage
to perish somewhere near Infinity; those moonlit skies, or argent screams, to have a woman but never secure that woman; our rabid rites so furious with flames to happen into pure dementia; this root so raw those deceptions so keen where a man is guilty for trespassing; if but to
re-perish, if but to re-open, but a man devastated—so much, it is impossible to fly!

I brood over beauty—it is nondescriptive—it never reveals those demons.

She yearned in adolescence she bloomed late in life it was hell to negotiate all of the attention; mother never taught her beauty while mother deceived nature as a result the example was freelancing; but a dream physically, but a maniac ‘neath veils, so sociopathic or so graphic where a best-friend was falling enlove; such stern/sugary eyes but willingness so great if but to die while making our breaths; such glamorous/media hips at wafture or stride to relive in segments proud to have suffered:
those liquidity mirrors so ill-advised while no one was there to mentor anguish.

But a gracile woman so tender in a second so lost in aftermaths!

It must be a riddle as a man thinks those inadequacies if but to believe she has been his jewel; or something of a queen so fierce with violence while pure failure seems bizarre; our aches to touch plurality, or our social constructs, while most say no to openness; as crystals bleeding to never those scars while so inclined but such a device; such grandeur in our eyes or such immortal ecstasy to clip lights affected deeply by shadows.
By glance we pause or rethink your aura as adults rethink their social status; such distinguished existence, as not to pigeonhole, for Love has had her lovers; while a man dismisses trespasses in a hope to destine a treasure in so much as to resist doubts: those fires, this bravery, those debts!  

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