you
will be loved into a scented candle such wine spills such denial as purchased
for bittersweet memories. you will sacrifice both nectar and screams wild into
hidden wings—so kind to die so much those years so softly into your agony. I will
love despite negligence or adore like song furies. by war upon rabis or cage
upon priests so infused by some self-flogging nun—or yogi strong as sensitive
souls where going into legacy speaks to its reign; our pluvial souls our solace
minds while a flush skipped at its keys. so damn unfair so damn excruciating
where so much at best is dying; a man to his damages a woman to her caves such
brains, whetstone-stainless steel! to touch a canine some gentle invisibility
warm to silence so cold to strangers such a midday effusion. or to drift into
seas to roam castles to live as best it was evented those lucrative motions—by tender
terrain by queen so electric as fair death might renege; our bodies as to each
echo wild luxurious understanding. to have met self, as to have known you,
while something remains obscure. plush islands or singed emotion to want, need,
or beg for forgiveness; as it means its lot, or curious its apricots, while
ambrosia is so delicate those mountains.
I will love you,
like a man with three hours, such chaos upon every wall—encased in shivers or
emeralds brine red such apples to repudiate. so much it could or so much it
wouldn’t wild passion or fruits with grins. those happier years as died too
quickly to reminisce holding to an olden person; by mind-melee such to become a
fool where a person never again those pleasures. to need clarity on some hill
while it was her that moment: such fierce fire such agonizing angelica if
angelizing while anxious; to come your haven to plead your castle to beg our
queen. as he savored scents or tasted melancholy so treasured while so
abandoned; such complication as he never mentioned where most write fourteen-thousand
words a feat.
