I
flew to you while indelicate or not so much a man. where a seed implodes but
first it dies if but too awkward for pash. to love like Dickinson, to mystic
the farm, while energies clave to his ankles. I would rise late morning I would
feel so depressed it went on for a time in sandy winds; but those eyes to have
effect where being normal is offensive, even fulsome. I would cleave to ideals
or imagine this life or confronted by calibers; the broken moon the blatant
Taurus if but to analyze as does a thief. we paint this way we dance lavender
we curse and beg for forgiveness; for this is human it dyes midwives it’s
curious about opposites. Love made a faux pas, I decided to confront it, where
Love became so difficult; but a man at life but a dream as a daughter or tales
told meaning so little. I met her in college those screams in midnight where
imbalance would claim its addiction. so much to regret such fields or oceans or
whales or odors; as men laughing for pride so taken by sex to wonder why a
woman adores her man so. our arranged souls our graves purchased while wisdom
has been assigned a sepulcher. I watch closely the endearing creature so surprised
where beauty is deceptive. a full-on fool or a man needing fantasies where
woman means survival. so idealistic
such
crosses or curtains
to
have wanted the best God was willing to part with; in pains Love is agony in
mysticism Love is crazy while a force hit heart leaped several times and took
flight into forests. I chased blue havens I cursed a little squirrel where I was
met by a mongoose.
this
complete nuance those weathers while asleep
into
caves and cages so cursed it felt good.
you
sentenced me to death I awoke or broke freedom into jungles to witness you
abandoned. our minds needing children our reality losing children or asking for
orderliness to sacrifice for something damaged.
