its
piano is eclectic by prosody or cadence such born fruit. if to love you like I have
a witness or understood by fire. I dream more often by photo or mind growing
austere. certain abandonment or certain fury where adoring us is made
impossible. such tragedy upon acidic petals or seesaws carrying physical
memories. so wowed he would profess some crippling pledge while essence became
pure cadence. to have dying in reason or to touch his thoughts where Love
remained distant from damage. such a jigsaw puzzle so jagged at realities if
not those days jousting with memories. but fever gets lonely or loins burn frivolity
such lotus or swamps. our uncooked rawness our fairytale madness while carrying
softly our charms.
by our grief or
trees whistling where wayward souls become protegees. if but a moment in that
world while secrets abode in human miseries. our nights are dressed they
picture in lingerie, we have managed to ignore commonsense. such inclined isms
or mystic passion or cultic so claimed for innocence. those reindeer watch while
eating they love blackberries. so lovely elegance so eloquent sure tension in
us. where pumas trek our fertile frenzy insomuch as given to our fantasy.
such pulchritude
our contemporary beauty or disbelieving ears. as a warlike listener or so many
stingrays it seemed unreal: those jasper blues such jacinth jazz as time would
implode. by dismal despair such arranged agency as core mistakes.
