I was
baptized I loved sin where eyes were glowing. the mixed messages they attempted
to classify where most were wrong. the journalist fell enlove the deacon casted-out
demons the Protestant was burning; if to see something glassy or horizon in
blood while I missed nothing! such anchors such a woman while humans shall
disappoint; it was fire or flame such raging firebrand. those foggy lakes those
lava miracles so close to a body meant so much—those sparks those guts where a
man wonders can I trust—the wrinkle in pain the fury of grains so addicted to a
human body. such closure if but to admit it where God knew his shame. those
tourists in me those curious apples if but so involved/such love while it meant
so much. our dirge so hectic so delivered in such a second Love was baptized;
those angles those shortcuts while we walked through backdoors. Jesus was angry,
but something was flawed, for I was accepted a millennia ago. Love is surreal
such sex where a man feels like dying; it must be peace it must be pride so angry
it became atrocity. those stellar eyes those limbs but Mary as a man fights
against Magdalene. the crush he felt but it meant delirium where he needed to confess
his agony; beyond loins or mystic waves something dangling over her
countenance. those machines such theology but it never taught what a woman may
fire.
such burnished
emotion so accepting while Love never gave a choice. our cloven piety our woods
where a man watched disaster occurring. the outcome written the blood/blue
necessity where a man knew for destruction. I depend on darkness, for it prevails,
while something ironic cleaves to sadness. those dusky harvests while one is so
smart but never acquired his goodness.
those margins, our grit, where something was addicted; to die her guts
to shake or convulse while never such an orgasm. by origami to replace God’s Hand
if but his mind bent this Sunday. so close to adoring so wrong for needing
while Love was furious fantastic!
