I long
for surprise as dies a feeling so undercut—by life’s machine to heal quickly if
but to bring out majesty. a man cringes in face of what he loves so wild how
you deceive me; a villain a monster such confession such repenting too enlove
to see your face. too much for me too many raw problems such a tremendous
lover. bars as never curses as clever such penalty for heart-fevers. I chance
weather or storm in angst so afraid to battle the crocodile. bring it out. show
me something unique. re-understand the losses we took. so much to exhaust too
much to revamp while it’s not a deal breaker. I was once smitten or twice
overthrown as a king finding a child in himself. so much an instrument so
channeled like remorse so deeply aggravated; those heinous ways those heathen
caves such a beast in winter. so sweet for patience until it shifts as souls
bending winds. such ruthless behavior I stand in rain anything you desire I shall
oblige. so quiet as lusting so evil as an angel such cuts in spirit—I get to
relaxing I freeze in art to imagine one so good in my perception; as never a
clue as never an inquiry while one gets the best of what he fails to fathom. it
often starts that way. two trying to close doors. if but to suggest communicable
passion. to have that feeling, to know it’s possible, this reality plagues the relationship.
or we meet, of course, we have no one, of course, we have silence as omission.
it’s grownup city, it’s terror at a second glance, I have never needed sex as I
do with you. such closeness such writhing bodies such heat we make. too much to
sustain too much to unleash by hearts too innocent to actually sustain purity.
but it was altered it was changed there’s something I can’t tell you. (we have
this this monster while we beg in silence.) such forgiveness such reality such
exposure. by dynamic of our needs our wants to have worship we die in such
deprecation. our value system as always probed while we try to believe it would
never occur. the pain we give the loneliness we shiver where Love is so near,
so close, such a memory glued to membranes. but heat in body such familiarity
as confused by those trials of old. so quiet so elated with skies screaming or
falling such tender outlaws.
