so
callous or beautiful or blithe a second here a moment there. those sinkhole
eyes into drains where a soul is as elaborate as tetras or bowels while it
seems so icky. many ripples as we speak. but I courage diplomacy. or never a
feeling inappropriate. those cages so self-imposed where a
person
needs something withheld! to become medicine or anodyne or a man’s valium. too
sexy to be held, too tender to feel rough-housed, or too delicate to love
multiple men. upon a night-glare, or glasses falling into rain, or treasures
re-gutting his sensibilities. such faculty. so smooth. while rhapsodizing
becomes origami. a daughter in there, a childless maze, while selecting
carefully. at a chipmunk those country pines where we
fiddle
a slingshot. multiple bottles, one adventure, to look over with an incipient
tear. as to grab, cleave, if but to assuage a gulf—those wars those stars our
reservoir of damages: inkstone prayers, untamed anguish, while pain seems
romantic. a poster of inkblots or a take-all/takeoff inclination. so purple in
there, so gorgeous out here, where I feel superficial for acknowledging looks.
so much a laugh to you, while off the hook with you, so much
pain
between us. such edible panties. such a feeling of remorse. so caged a gray
environment. to write as it hurts. to give so much. while watching where they
already entered. a gut to a man, such backlash in a man, while I beg to efface
blight.
I would plead into
cherry-melting-eyes while I damaged salience such Rihanna unclarity. such a wet
napkin a torn pride where no one has as it cries! but music so soft or skies so
harsh if but affection one last door…to walk shame, to comfort anxiety or to
come too close to running after the doubt of others.
