the elephant is huge it keeps growing
while two live in harmony. those distinctive calls, those rumbling jungles,
while others are near an argument. neighbors will listen to find each voice
where we feel their intrusion. frenzied croaking. shut windows. our tilts
leaning so violently. by nose or tarsier eyes so outrageous our outbursts. such
hollowed senses such titillating currents to know for activity. (I imagine a
man running, where she feels his fear, as her volts lead to his capture.) to
feel trick-wires. or to sudden sadness. where something is an upsurge. to judge
size with speed or to salivate velocity where a man is so far from knowing you.
our mating sensories while always charged as evolutionary humans. such
tarantulas that large woman while the male is at a disadvantage. as playmates
or psychiatric fences where one wouldn’t mind a mind-to-mind tryst. such to
say, “Oops.” or to stand firmly. while I meant no harm. alligators or crocodiles
or ocelots and cheetahs. so fused to deny us so intense to dislike you while I
wrestle those ideas. that transference possibility. or sheer personality. while
further distance makes for clearer thoughts. and over yonder, a woman in my
emotions, while I will never see her face before tribunal. so many shivers or
riddles while souls are predators. it was sought in me those welts or scars but
something unintentional. it was format or study or habit. to see life
differently to see heat at night or to absorb ultraviolet lights. such a
discovery. while I can’t want you. but I select something in you. it becomes
your Christ, as it glistens, while you might utilize differing language. but
over those mounts, our digestive wits, to tug at a soul by being natural. too
much effusion, too much shelter, where a soul yearns for its jungle: to wrestle
a lion, to set foxes afire, or to destroy an army with a skeleton’s skull. so
many chemicals, so many male silk moths, where women are suffering while
enjoying life. our battle to persist our pack of Zig Zags while exhausting
energy. in pains the end has peeked. our antennae as creatures. while we pant
for indelible union.
