you
have known freezers, such foreign communion, so disruptive where hearts
celebrate. such reindeer eyes or maybe I couldn’t see while I never felt
indebted. by a voucher if but to find anxiety or love or a woman’s soil. by photo-memories,
either you or her, either life or desperation. but Love is austere so ascetic
while we sense something erupting! so much hating you if but to restore me
where one manages to un-grip you. it was wowing so absent. it was growling
while alone. it became deifying something unnormal: those jigsaw agreements,
those jagged edges, where it hurts like arts. our grief kingdom the nightdress
upon night-watch while the man in the temple isn’t helping. I run like manics
so much searching if but to unveil your helium. upon water excursions or syrupy
discourse while I furnish as it creates itself. those determined survivors
those determined eyes such ice-glass, such hour-pains—to die freely so freely
to live while finding you has lost pieces of Jesus. so barbaric his essence in
love while those charms aren’t indicative, or isolated of us! one might fret or
damn us for I seem so petty; but pretty passion or fair furniture while awesome
but assumed: so caricatures while it seems true, the woman I know in you as
does he! blackbirds upon blackberries so tender to ask everything in which it
might exist.
I
hear often such regulation, where a woman says, “My man could never replace me.”
