—enchantress
cosmos brilliant erotica so sick for pain; Love was midnight so much porcelain
ranting or raving on the front porch; such spigot failure such a young man at
pierced frustration; earshot droppings or soul-plot agitations where one is
watching and one is listening where another is laughing; at circuit tides to
confess this need as honored by completeness; bleeding blue bane, or painted
pictured pathetic, at gut to gear and grind; but a human liar but a deadman
giggling or portraits a century foul; alone in you, measured in me, so much
desires detergent—
It was
hard to replace, this miserable agony, where two are filled with dangers.
morally at freedom
or sympathies unburdened or dear dark deception;
miles
gunning
to exhaust ethics while it becomes some people; our pirate hopes, so agog or
crawling with misery;
our
rushing seahorses our miracle saga so steep into a cool person; this failed
galaxy while roaming guts
so
cussed-out or such her odors at million moment madness;
to
regain each other, to have for perfection, while libertines are reluctant; this
fair lesbian this curse in symphonies at opus eyes; an inner cadenza or mental credenza
while thoughts rummage old cedarchests; such war-crazed apes
into
giant sensation
at
cares too much sin!
so much firebrand
so little lumber but Love agonizes more and more; or thoughts melding our
bodies dissociative at feelings connecting few humans; such caveats that way,
such dear deaths this way, while a woman is bleeding her lungs; this tar
package or irresistible stages while a man is ever at wonder; a reluctant fool
but a raving critic where each have built a location; such seasonal eczema such
raving nerves, where Pain is grieving; our souls as something kinship while
lights are painted with a black Sharpie.
so unexcused by
something inherent or carpet-eyes falling by chains; such smokestack poesy, or
salacious barriers, so wild, so uninformed; this delicate essence, more wisdom
more pull backs, more knowledge more behaviors; such cultural set-forces or symbols
meaning less, while society praises its freedoms; but our minds this road, and
our arms releasing, while each summit is excruciating!
This
house made by sin this transgress found such sweetness where reminders only
infuriate—but bucolic countries such remissive activity or so far into a
futuristic spell.
our enchantress
cosmos so beyond our taxonomy or so beyond our subjugation—to become dearness
or acceptance while too close to feel comfortable.
