so
seductive so rich so adjusted. by an instinct as not by error to land on a man’s
sensorium. but mythology but something too explosive while we dare to tame
insatiability. I strap a legacy or seat belt hopes where lines are blurred,
demons are channeled, insomuch as believing in deer eyes. by begonias or zinnias
where I understand in segments. upon a star-knob such dear infatuation while
loving has been difficult. so strange at times a soul to his gut where a
gesture appears sincere. to know minds to carry affectation while realizing self
as an object. those ideal curses where it seems apparent, plus, I never know
for whereabouts. so tragic to need, especially, by roses, in essence so blurry.
dig into moons or unveil our sun or prove I dance by paranoia. don’t make it
easy as to see theft while dying was glorious. such cold reality where it can’t
be holistic while it must be shattered. so much flame or so unsteady as used or
misused or framing intensity. to carry thoughts to die legacy where something
simple takes so much away from decency. as coals simmer to gas tanks are neat
insomuch as pleading such understanding. by deep blurred experience or saying
what comes to mind or deprived of steep degradation. as flames fury or desire
is lethal insomuch as we aren’t concerned about illness. as to die feeling good
as to have selected all needed while days blur or feel terrific; for lack of
assessment by grandiosity while I haven’t met one. our selves so inclined, our
mouths so expressive, where anything expressive is universal paranoia. such
protection for fair a queen while so sore so academic so unconscious at a
subliminal motivation. to sense eyes to look into self where reality is so
vicious. as a person might test so invested in answers where she wouldn’t say
her anguish. it becomes mind-wars or interior beasts, or pure fire.
it was atmosphere
so struck upon connection so smooth, such swerving words bent corners—they
injected they were met with behavior it felt as if no one could die; such
passionate cupidity so wrangling if but un-sutured so caved-in at terrible
insistence. those days at atrophy as muscles failed to grow while I was once so
terrorized; but adore sexuality too much for humans while searching for alchemy:
so alert to betrayal a man to his destiny while fever restores one unfelt or
uneven a bit to destroying oneself.
