We met
eerily. We laughed. We became acquaintances.
There
is much by sophistication.
I have
your words I have your energy I have something intimate; our caved feelings our
dreary existential by winds or storms so maladjusted. To have met it early on—this
fire this father or those mothers; such addiction or liquor such ruthless
collages while we sat perfectly; fireflies and nets, chert-rock and dreams,
while we esteemed granite cries.
I have
learned newness.
…sweet
sandstone eyes or sweetened lies while it must be venal….
we sip
winerock we whittle hopes while welts appear like stigmata; so many pearls such
glacial fire where polite goodbyes hurt so sweetly.
We love
like students we become overchallenged while we create aesthetics; either
anklet or pendant or both
to
have exiles in place, where it destroys by pieces.
The camera is
flashing the alienation is in place and we giggle and laugh like fierceness. Such
sapphire ears such topaz palms while tongues are crystal antiquities. If but to
chance one soul if but our unforeseen dilemmas, while babies love rosaries.
The likeness of
those eyes the beauty of resistance our scruples so allergic to us; how to
settle a soul or how to select a settee while Love is too clever to capture;
such running ruins such keepsake rapture while drizzling into fleetingness;
those elegant hands those peach-fuzz arms or such delicate treasure-troves; my
misfortune or my marginalization while it becomes an isolated issue; thumbing a
portfolio a doubtful-glen so lost seeking another witness; by tender
frustration or caress those eyes where everything is meant for rebuilding; so
asunder or such candor while we endear self to something better than ourselves;
such deep confession, such lost or re-found marbles, or so sermonic while held
for custody.
How to quell
sensation—such stature in you—while we ponder our citadels; those spaces we
cleave those few we trust while we say too much; the rooms are decorated they
set the tone where I sit afore a stranger; such intimate details such offset
rhythms while I have negotiated with this phone; listening closer or assailed
by inner people—those we have met in our lives; needing something intuitive or
conversing another level while paths or passages or prayers are opening. Such sword
or dagger such lance or scissors while a nine-year-old sat in introspection. I imagine
one astute a bit cocky even a touch of arrogance; a stubborn person a loving
person a dedicated or crucial creature.
