softer
replies or steamy association made worse by attraction. as ash builds a cigarette
churns such essence in chants. to have perished while longing softer
mesmerization. a mirage in its city a desert at its bench to notice a woman
naked. we pass or look back there is something to flesh: we adore or ink
repulsed or somewhere on middle grounds. I omit a feeling I include a feeling I
fret absence during trance states; too focused to see too unfocused to miss it
at emotion trying to unfeel. by knobs to enter rooms by anguish to feel haunted
by remorse to come to you. it seems we die we haven’t much evidence, aside for
a body absent. it seems we live in spirit, as knowing interior, to un-explain
every postulate. those webs so addictive while I long for body, flesh, someone
too exciting to quite quit—by sunshine or sunburst so tender at ecstasy. our
experience molds us. our sentiments glue us. our sex life is made treasured for
its intimacies. but more to our islands our souls with illness while never
conveying what they long for: walking feelings so estranged, How in hell have I
ran away – from self or others or kindness is sudden alienation! so regathered
at every step where it becomes ritual to get back—as flowers fall as seasons
evaporate while we claim first days. by penalty so often as stone faces or open
to anything seeming softer. while a person is skeptic sensing how we operate
realizing those experiences are cemented with time—as in years so much we know
each other, where certain facts seem to bother us. by touch of a snake by love
of a cheetah by aches of wolves—to knit future to knot, pass out, or awaken to
awareness.
