Friday, July 17, 2020

Doves Given To Pity

it would crucify innocence while it yearned for affection or misunderstood its saxophone. so much a puzzle aware of bars/scars or screams/dreams. those eyelets those aglets such horrific solace—as filmed by self or a movie in motion where minds are attracted to interior. the stoic fount those detours as once to meet while life was impaired. if cherry toes or apricot fingers such strawberry jam; so demonically pious, such spokesmen lunging/longing for the missile in passion. but a taste or ecstasy as carved from insistence—those penalties as distressors or infused, bleeding our night-tremors. so many ways as to assert awesomeness into silent situation; by tales we listen, often by levity where souls need to be doves. if but to untangle or unzip insomuch as Love seems too unreal: our minds creating memories our perspectives challenged our souls respecting our mid-arrangement. by snare or absence or life by freezer so cold as such creatures observing habits. by vogue bodies too neat to be so unsteady—as wilder skies or a holy essence such symmetry knitting its penalty. by pensive brooding at surrender a wistful elegance after years of incredibility.
to fret comfort, or a whisper felt erotic, where bodies claim each other. sore mizzling while aches distract bolts if but keen or filtered while a woman tailored her invisibility.
to war or grapple with agonies if to release a part of self—the true quintessence at fierce seconds while so there we mistreat for it must exist; those elements in humans where it hurts to mention while no one knows her like fire: an unspent axiom or rushing into feathers so glued together! our minds caught by you our hearts laden with pressure we die as doves given to pity.              

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