I would
love excellence sure-sweet affectation while harmonizing with unnatural
elements. so close we palm agony or so achieved we need disgrace at some pain
quite holy. aside leather anxiety, or a mini lecture, so aged in our
legalities. to die over shoulders to cup legs or to nibble thighs—as a foolish
soul at terrible treasuries such tense beauty. the gods on our side those
railways into hallways while I would knock or pound upon a steel door. to
undress miracles to climb cavities or so taboo we collapse feeling abandoned—those
arts such aesthetics at our first antiphon—while anguish was delightful or
dungeons were angelic so absorbed by a channel. I must ask you for something
impossible as never to hurt me again—the sheer bellicose rhythm or dire deaths
in season if but so uncut such pure venom to hate so emphatically as to demand
loyalty. remain in me such rails in us to obey, to cherish, to have something
stronger than marriage—the force the fire those frames as a man unlatches his
sanity. our social air-places our angers as demented so firm in a deeper
discussion—to undie to untie where uncle might offer his tidbits. I met Anguish
so detailed by appropriateness while feuding with such wicked interior—so blessed
as sad so mad as a secret or infused by an effusion—the blood scar those bars
unlatched if but so dearly picklock’d. I would fall like manics in mantic
fields while mainstay was aloof to adaptation; at a radical road so threshed
but untouched where we ravish essence or die trying our patience.
so much camping
staring at stars or a room sealed by antiquitous ghosts. to fuel flame by fever
or dance determined by dice as cruel souls so caved after science would carve
us brains. those necklines that nape such round cheeks if but a tender
depletion. too pulled to live too much pain to die as it feels terrific to
unpackage a decade of emotions; our therapy our laughter our harmony as souls
lost to basements. to unveil buttress to kiss buttocks so buried in hush of
noise where woman assess wilderness.
