softer colored ambassadors at seismic
faces those fragile hopes. cauliflower tendons with wielded regrets where
energy is grenades. or ebony red hairs upon evidential skin so mahogany so
tetras. to have gripped science such frail damnability those peony eyelashes.
(I would adore you so lost like winning such deep dark or hampered delusion. it
felt like perfect it percolated it was peaceful or serene at mountains crawling
or deteriorating. Love was oblivious such a sight seated in helium at a
shortcut; voiced in begonias or clapping at insanity so coarse it felt like
losing.)
(I was a dead
sinner. I must transgress. I preside over segments.) but a mere package so
fraught with biases so comfortable listening to racism. to adore our sidings or
to chip our paint while their women might assess something dangerous. such
nerves such jamesia rainbows while two seem to jettison inhibitions: softer
understanding or the insistence for a human while studying a bicycle. the
collar speaking indication or those touches seeming solicited while morning
feels like adjustments. by iron trains as carrying ferric chains so sudden into
a carnival.
I feel like a tourist so
bothered by landmarks while on a strict schedule. to have such frets over
temporary affectation where one is slipping into concrete. the baffled lover
those cold caring crevices or so righteous it suffocates. a thought thumbing as
needing a ride to happen upon strange ideas. (such decided abstinence those
scars where signatures mean alienation by dear blue oceans. to have become
frozen or observant where we feel seduced by our insecurities.)
such as love’s velocity
while it wasn’t fate but two misappropriated a mere urge. by traffic emotion as
in so many cars while souls are hitching rides. the conscience of invisibility
those aches in clear winds where one has imposed morality on others. some are
free or spent by survival where utilization appears appropriate. over bags of
vegetables or a sizzling steak two might come to transparencies. (neighbors are
yelling. Love is uttering a concern. Margaret is echoing in my rearview.) I see
poets I languish in phenomenon I study our romantic dynamic. (so much glass or
blackdamp caves as to assert the neighbor is now raging.)
