by richness in
character by waves in souls to listen, love, or languish. such deep emotion so
touched to adore where minds dance in midst of wilderness. the wolf in me those
coyote eyes in you or the way we create fire. our un-behaved likeness our
winter in spring our laughs reaching ceilings. so destitute with you or
activated enduring science where a man needs certain forgiveness—for lamp or
watts or dimness; by structure of the dragon by intensity of the snake where it
matters so little—those flames those lies while I proceed to cherish during
darkness; rough hours or distinguished decade lies so cuffed in center reality.
to have you as some creator some concrete element some casual thief. so smooth
with gems so seductive with arts as an aesthetic creation; to forfeit alabaster
to sweeten molasses such deep dreary ecstasy. it would be non-attraction, or it
would seep into dynasty, to reimagine things we live for; hourglass clarity,
opera scales inside, or crude oil. the valley of the appetite the cake in its
oven or those skies cyan-blue. such as deviants to have convergence so careful
to treasure our mistakes; to glean from errors to remap our horizon on some
lonely road chasing each other. so desolate as to seek those cries where we
feel complete. the bandage of the scar the helmet for its war or the vests for
our platoon. who would agree those palms so crucified our desertion leading us
home; such years discovering needs such pains to find you such traffic lights
as human opinions? to have earth for you to seize heaven for us, as creatures
so much attached to a false story: where love was innocent so pure as devoid of
hands, screams, or eyebrows. but tell of a man, even a woman, where it was
picklocks or linchpins as determined by just waiting for perfection.
