I
don’t grasp enough, as the terrible creature, while I demand humanity. those
futile reasons those bold green eyes or such lustful tyranny. we become addicts
as once a neat child while addiction doesn’t mean substance. to feel possessed,
so much another soul, while wild or stolen into ecstasy; to loosen self, to
unfold or become connected, to the primitive/tribal element. such sharp
essence, such raspberry china so much nectar or vinegar. it was pain to adore
it was agony perdured it was forbidden, riven, even taboo sexuality. a room in
India a castle in Europe or such wreckage so tender an apple. our courted
brains our rabid needs where we feel so guilty so ashamed while craving
corruption once again. to wrestle with flesh to ponder what’s righteous or to
kneel until our knees are raw. such fantastic fury those glistening frequencies
while two are so close it becomes mother or father. by shifting landscapes as
to dream about freedom if but a different pair of receptors. the courage to
scream, while man is watching, where it was miracle or debauchery. so
torn to have deaths or so enlove with myths while chronology seems appropriate.
our ruthless oblations our uncured devotion where an anchor was packaged with a
smile. that need to reorganize those dear dark dungeons while we attempt to
rethread our dying tendencies.
