I
never sensed injustice where personality was nectar while death pandered or
proffered its candescent venom. to become sensuous lovers where mutuality was
gray but destiny those raw descriptions. to have success in us while so devious
those valleys where such reality is deceased winds. if but to perish, longing
desperately, such essence given its coffin. by garden koi such auctioned feelings
while we relished at carnivals. our bankrupt morals by raging compass such buoyant
destruction. but oh for strawberry peaches or sunbathing dates while knowing such
loved brutality. I never sentenced my mind while is roamed wild fields by
berries or damages or pash. if but to seize Rome such romance by nonchalance or
so angry one forfeits on pure disgrace. those bottled bars those pumice cultures
while it tends its upheaval. such backwater ethics so fused into static liquids
where satiation is but a scream. such cretin hearts or satyr loins while I adore
passion’s roar. by cold midnight lumber but fierce cloak & dagger while
souls are clangoring. our birdsong into each week such delirious vituperation.
so warm at morning such oils by fever to have life in abundance. those minutes
those christic rags as begging forgiveness walking to fury. but degenerate
chameleons or audacious iguanas where death carried its dragon.
