too
lascivious such bodily occult at sunrise too enthralled. by curse of the
phantom by pure rage slamming into her. such language while aggressive too
sullen to dance—the black moon serious into salaciousness so curved or slanted.
cultic expression something arising while Love is hypnotized—some trancelike
possession something angry in music such a ghost once love is made. by fire by
vapers while we believe darker problems; to shift into delirium eyes rolling as
daring to unvet science. so much our parts such a hidden wraith while running
back to our plantation. what have we said, so close as truth, our bodies become
our convictions? a candle flickers a mantra resounds our synaptic gaps are
flooded; such neat, raw convulsions too lost to come back—it’s been a longer
road. a palm of gravel, or soil speaking tongues, or some fascination with
awakening Lucifer; as a friend in us such delirium while we each get a raw
wrap. too much power, I feel misperceived, while adoring souls becomes
attachments; those glorious fingers those outlandish cries such a body too
naked to conquer. as a man dies, even at those marigolds to study something
superior; but too much emotion too rare the victory while winning, nonetheless.
so convinced so enthralled such a weapon—as it walks that way as hips curse
that way where breasts can’t be conquered. a lethal evidential a hectic
existential so deep into some terror—those mantic legs such wheezing buttocks
or ankles gripped a slight mark. upon a house picking at mortar or seated
inside invisibility. such a family curse so generational while it belongs to
those that hate.
