I tried being angry with you. we both know for secrets. I was leaving behind old experiences. they came again, the wings were hectic, it seems like ventriloquists are phantoms. a bit fancy but I know you, where another would be detached from my upbringing. such bridal and sexuality such respect for self, at this time in development. but body was unadjusted never refrained such senses begging for pain. too wild to un-notice too vague to claim dominance or so fair many are miscounting your kindness. so subtle so alert while having you is a scream. I can’t go further, but I must go further, or switch topics. such layaway such disappearance such inquiry. but a have-not or a half-knot or haven in pain where it feels better than strangers. I can’t explain it, but it goes this way, we might be angry at others for being human; so, we accept a few, dance with a few, and never trade one disaster for a stranger’s destruction. “He rationalizes. He hasn’t a clue to his state. He should seek something new.” yes. something new, someone I haven’t history with, something learning to love me—where most humans do in sameness. we chase while looking pleading for the most loyal machine.
I
can’t beg for a stranger I can’t reflect on a stranger I must dwell with a
stranger. some think more or differently or seem to know human motivation. our
needs to feel beautiful. our needs to be seduced. our loins pleading for
satiation. as giving our taste or needing our egos at some private elegance.
many will dislike me. many will attack my portable mirror. many will ask me to
shut the muck up. I realize such awakenings at traffic lights while real enough
to call a person on her galaxy. such jamesia sunshine, such nemesia gravity,
where we act ugly at times. but reason is this, it’s not the behavior, but more
those nosy people. Love is devastation
such purple eyes such long and flowing mane. such hips or body such
intelligence. Love is a problem for a problem while we seem to chat fairness—as
well into nights or loving on rugs such burns in season. but in dear honesty,
we expect humans as dealing with humans as never desecrating humans.
