I need
you or fire stirred to war with agony; such bestial deaths or cacophonous
cymbals at ecstasies or flames but caged; by gravel it hurts by abstracts it
burns or by beauty it’s a catastrophe; to have you would it be life or deeper infidelities;
to own our rulers to die if we mesh would this be gorgeous;
such
ruthless tangles such harmful kegs or desired by one a touch is orgasmic;
our
floating fantasies while moist or mental so trained by seduction—to
perish
heartbeats to ignite treacheries too adored
to
die one more time; as holding hostages or imbuing anguish such sweet vinegar;
so fused into orbits
so
pantomime until forbidden
at aches
fraught, downcast, or filled with remorse. I know by remedy those furious watts
while a miniature prosaic;
at temperature
forgotten
or
tender, versatile, inaudible frenzies.
