unknot
an artist with wings wiggling our dearest caress. such buttress in rebukes such
fierce passion to have explored with you. hints by muddiness or filthy by
traits to have sheer underbellies. as certain as deaths our magnetized furies
such nectar in something unchained. by angelica tones or sable lenses to
penetrate into a sensual motive. our waves unforgiving our needs spell
perfection such sightless vibrations. those dark imprints left behind they
depict in a given countenance. father’s liquor or mother’s joints while granny
sits a bit hypnotized. waterfalls or teardrops they ache
in
soot or chimney while made worse by flowers.
I see
something growing. by a need to have as exceptional—those tides as pouring or
surprised to have such passion.
a
mind in place or a spirit so delicate or those stern eyes. so worked in soul so
familiar with pain but ever-so concrete in those palms.
make
its landscape clear. speak as it festers. for life is so angry. (born to meet
you sure into sore memories as astray from abstract mirrors.) a passage we flee
a page we remodel or ink seeping into margins. by fire of a curse or familiar
islands so rough on our images; as unnumbed receivers or sudden by numbness or
reasons to retreat—those miracles in friends those mutual applications while it
feels good to utilize our horizon.
such
abstruse language such ostracized souls where it feels like its essence. so
much a tautology until it hits where she said but a few words, each with
meaning!
to
stand accused. to embitter a situation. where no one is content with a
discussion.
