uncrowded
skies aside loquacious clouds engulfed by furious winds; to live as anxious or
evaporating color such a turquoise horizon. I get liquids so rough around edges
a woman might laugh; another pops a pill, waits thirty minutes, to unlock
seduction; an animal animation, so real to be true, alive while such a gentle
alienation. but nameless insects or monsters with gentility, too confusing to
recruit. as a true feeling, surreal in its manifest, as creatures sipping
insanity; a feature in luxury a beast fretting lowness, so needy, so pushy,
while reneging. I get baffled, for Love is sick, a certain unbeknownst attitude,
a thicker or thinner skin. to arouse death where she becomes exosphere(s)
something too unusual.
a stomach of
butterflies. a pain in his groin. looking at esthetic nakedness. so unpraised such
as never it would be, a garden of ladybugs. so tender so aggressive a man never
pegs a woman.
upon a cape gannet so afar in
jungles at morning yawning. eating sardines mixed with rice a poor soul might understand.
the rain seems heaving those gusts are thrumming a soul is unrelaxed. a pilot
of life or some deranged person where most feel misunderstood. adding on wings
a tear devastated while it never remains comfort. to imagine science as never
provoked, progress would become impossible. such lively improbability such
raven mane or a necklace adorning a miracle. to live in dying to need some
dying while conversation is invisible—as floating upon keynotes such lethargic streams
where beauty suffocates—too gorgeous to be seen or too gorgeous to be rough,
such detriments in a mirror.
howbeit
a tiny soul such a giant soul too removed to become irrelevant? over a latte
into a spell as suggestion seems automatic. to repeat a glance to steal a touch
such delicate skin. why to be life or
to seduce essence, would excellence be so paramount?
