We Mildew Homes

it dies those crumbles at life or tangled by webs or thighs or buttocks—accused of slavery to something goodness while something is erasing—to relive or dig science at an act it was beautiful!

mother sits there she cries anger where addiction is made normality. so afar from me or so dear to me while freedom seems imaginary. indeed, several degrees or pedigree freedom while it could get worse.

such ideals or white eyes while we conjure some malady—for Love is mischief it meant so little while angst was delirious.

pure gorgeous ocelots or wild acting bobcats where it was asserted a dear affinity. or Love looking silent where it couldn’t be but closeness while we never understand our hearts' extensions.

so poly-amorous so cute in silk such casual lingerie;

                                                                                    while eating wood or running faster where Love was ebony by summer.

I would mental ropes while a true trapeze or a mage so close it unravels: such fierce deception such radical appreciation or a few women too internal to war wrongly. its essence, something seeping, where a mind has become its manic inspectors—those leaves so deciduous after taller grass those rebukes!

at larger nostrils or golden sunshine where daughters are caged by excellence: those furious feelings those fragmented elements or genesis suffering genius aberration. but Love so simple such a creature of deliberateness where I opt out for it doesn’t fit. such goose-grass such sugarcane so intense or such a nightmare to maintain. those mystic cheetahs or magical/symbolic lions while a lioness unchained his misery; such as to suffocate while insoluble where aftermath was insufferable—those tarsier approaches or jerboa innocence while afterwards a man became something incomplete: those men at masteries or silent voices while we know we admire stability—as so unstable where nothing is guaranteed, despite, behavioral obedience, while something unsure gives more life than illness-illusion. such father of mother or mother of father, where kids know by great ignorance; as mandarin juice or mandolin cries, while home is too damn far.