if I
tell you the best is sin such acrimony to love as adored where it hurts. a
fleece of abuses sure fire into our storm, while we can’t dance away. a sickle
to emotion a raft to deserts so many terrible hills. those scorpions those
snakes those beetles. so quiet its taboo we function like trauma. the music is
silky those glasses are empty maybe another short can. such raw forgiveness such
noticeable intoxication where eyes dance like pain. but a shift in moods as one
pops in while I comment on your terror.
maybe one would dote or become
superficial because beauty ebbs at the foot of the cliffs. a leaping as abusive
a texture too mismeasured such bodily compulsion.
“I never read it.” such gorgeous
rejection sure fierce abolition as a soul destined for more music. maybe a
tautology, but they say nothing, while we utter devotion.
a fever is in our sun. a star wears
a negligee. a woman becomes more to differentiate. eyes from Australia a mind
from Africa, a temperament from California. so much was lost our sentiments we
relish, where hurt is sweet flutes. pages of passion detested for passion while
one might suggest a gathering: some gala some black-tie ocean where we chance
our talents. maybe a museum something quaint over ten acres on a present.
we remain where we met. but our
visions are parallel. we just watch what we have become.
a person is crazed, by something
acute, they do what we did.
but I befriended the elephant. I took
whales back to seas. I pet a hyena. certain to love you like raving tsunamis
such destruction in our aftermath. but fire on a day but flame in wilderness
but sugar in arts.
so much to feel. or more to
apologize about. “He said it. It was true. I wanted to do it!”
your heart is enormous those seas
are explosive while we weep to our waterfalls.
