cufflinks are on the table a cup of gin is half empty where Love is pontificating. the laughter is familiar those brains are electric those pains are un-rugged, sitting in the dining room.
we need an unspoiled trophy if to make it pleasurable while we yearn for something spoiled.
how to receive a woman? how to unveil a woman? in a land crucifying our women. those superegos as confronting our auras where we sense an authority. those repeated thoughts, soft inculcation, where we debate our go-to scripts.
it
was late teens as decoded in public where one was un-anchored. certain embarrassment
but feeling uncertainty, for drugs were its impetus. years would pass. clarity seemed so
certain. (I do apologize for my absence.)
but fire was water or emotion was sand while too much was suffocation. (to love best we adventure. to give such remedy. where most are plural/pluvial creatures/mistakes. to know for variety in a world needing monogamy, why play a game that’s resentful?)
it was 2000, I was experimenting, with an unknowingness. she approached me, I was unusually gleeful, she wondered on another’s body. such radiance in suspicion. I looked with a smile. as one oblivious to suspicion. such hindsight accuracy, in pains we can’t admit, while Love was smarter than me; or such accuracy, in a field foreign to souls, while one is astute fire. to know his mind to seal his destiny where granny said, “You signed the certificate.” such lacking remorse. it meant so little. while we condemn persons for going postal.
snakeskin
was on my lawn. a parrot was at my shoulder. while a crocodile was hysterical.
I can love our agreement, but I can’t undo those deceptions, where orthodoxy isn’t a primary adherence. so, Love is free, or Love is false freedom, while conversing me of his deeds!
I leave us with reality. no one can maintain as flawless. while expectation usually overrides actualities.
those miseries or streetwise interrogation, I must admit, at some point, we just realize our spouses.