I sense kef by underpinnings such as it arises. while a man lived such absence of others where souls are self-absorbed. it’s by penalty of excellence while we interrogate our innocence. those tense feelings to imagine it’s untrue where a person might shock us. such preparation or ability to love or so rounded the experience is of most importance:
those emotions as stirred those fabrics of fiber or such suffocated inclinations.
where loving you brought out the good in me (the god in me) while this is what I clamp tightly.
such body/hip denims. by a billion-dollar blouse. while gardening in mud. (remold our dedications, un-threaten our insecurities, while adoring you unfastened boiling happiness; for we do admit this elegance by which we function at a higher capacity; some never understand, they cross our lawns, we succumb to exteriority:
by penalty to become tested, by needs to believe, while a person sails our sensories. such replete oxymoron such blossomed desperation where as it strips away it punctures ego; such fairer respects a person our terror where another is our sacrifice: those unstudied reaching(s), for dear tragedy, because it exhilarates.)
you are a symbol of every note I’ve
scribbled of every scream I’ve wailed. you are an island in me, a territory
banished or a scorpion unburied. you are sweet taboo, something an existing
curse, or a shadow that speaks. you are wilderness an irritable wolverine or a
cartoon seated on a futon. you are myth’s rejection, a sweltering vice, a
number in fire.
I
show codes of conduct. I behave around your friends. they know you more-so than
I can. I accept imbalance or uncooked meals or those consistent disasters. but
something is experience, something is joy, while horrible a reality, I sense
affection.
(those dear gardens those windfalls
such unaffected mortality. so unfound as in self where in-there we are
artifacts; so secluded so malcontent while arguing in our minds; as uninvested
or in token-mode needing the burgeon of woes!)
