I
would love you or acquiesce to you with futuristic memories. the cry of a lion
the rebuke of a demon so cursed but deep in haven. so blue for us so ruined in
us while we become inordinate ink. I wrote to mother, I exclaimed love, while
hesitant to say it’s like breath. so impure so raw while many will say, he has
a bent for tragedy. to hold our deaths to become so gothic our house is
haunted. precious lip balm or cocoa butter while we realize our ethnicity. I
would shout justice or rebuild a miracle while finding life in its curse: our
adoration our guts our parties inside. such florid florets so much to you in
its sin; as crazed come sunshine or rebuilt come daybreak to love you is
miracle mayhem. our transgressive bodies our wilderness aching(s) as creatures so
nearly received. to touch is rebuked to die is obscene where we both touch
& die. so causeless such contra-care or so much the nausea of our determination.
as loved for loving or shunned for begging attached to stereo typical luggage.
those telepathic vibrations as a man reacts if but penalized for his timidity;
those sure detoured excursions such filth in its horizon while swearing for
passion’s undying loyalty; by instincts to worship you by emotion to hate you
such violet stimuli. those tactile prints those weblike demands where we would
adore several minutes a fire!
