I have
lived chained to discrepancies or inadequacies—it seems we contemplate our
problems. such deeper pullbacks, lusting for affection, while many gives in
return. an interior phone an answering machine as it plays messages; but
unannounced to us, a sudden stream while we grip skulls and scream. leviathan
is ill at some cliff she sits aside a nemesia. she longs for completion she has
a dragon she is unborn living fire. her mind is strong but resilience is untidy
while she can’t ignore flattery. we try to adore her mind, we chisel her
perfections, while we’re left with one guarantee—love for our guts, despite
intermission, while a 3 a.m. call renders a dear friend. to have mercy on us to
complain to us where we desire to understand. a giving soul, ever an appropriate
answer, while hurting inside. to speak to true friendship, as never to judge
friendship, but always present friendship—while two can’t be an item
friendship. he’s a dear person, but
flame infuriates his antennas, she craves to become his only inflammation. some
root unblued some bleeding in fury as accursed so low pleading but too high. so felt to crawl where humiliation is
loved like curt responses makes us feel defensive. to live in each other to vacuum eternity
while so drawn to other waterfalls. as accused of tyranny or treasured for
honesty, while we understand the deepest afflictions. like therapists presumed
in discussions where it seems announced in human tendency. I have desired outside my box to arrive inside
my box while many try to point at riches; by fire we consume by welts we bleed
if but to have luxuries we craved as kids. those perfumed eyes such a wafting
essence so much complete when you’re nice. a man is a wrinkle or a woman is an
iron where two together create a crease. or better, a woman is air, a man is oxygen,
the two sustain life. as a jamesia wilting or a soul screaming we fret over
adjustment periods. I have tried to forget. I have struggled to feel complete.
it seems mad how much of life depends on missing winds. so uncooked thus so raw
while partially thawed out. to dance like swans to live-out darkness, it’s
peace to enter you. a bit romantic or a bit crude but we need to know it feels
righteous. as guarantee such comfort or ever in a space while for you, I’m always
keen.
