when it was time,
after deliberation, I found you attractive. so fancy to me more value than me,
it drives many crazy. in becoming, in humming birds, tropical magic seems
apparent. we never spoke eyes. we challenged authority. it was excellence in sitting
through lava. most dislike us.
they unmeasured us.
they hated pride they sensed.
Vienna has history. we might into darkness. I imagine many arguments—trying
to claim control.
eat grass with me.
I’m a dog. my stomach in unkempt.
I ate humility,
wrestled a jackknife, incurred several mindcaves.
let me dote: you
seem steady, a slight shaking, I’d like to hear you—scars in dreams, yelling in
calmness, deserts with an oasis. you sound upfront, sitting on a landmine,
restudying mental photos. I smell lemons a slight hint of cedar, most perfumes
are crying. your innocent kerosene pure dynamite separates by existence. I watched.
I walked away. I had no idea mental imagery plagues un-haunting hours—made into
haunting. it would be suspicious in me in time in some clock to avail in you
much fire. I’m molten pain, molten lies, no one has ever deceived you—you’ve
never dwelled in conceit, at boundaries, adoring more lies. at sexual ontology,
at bodily phenomenology, at something deep-guilt every embrace. I near nausea.
we’ve never felt bondage. so used up yet adorable.
another, sure
abrasive, it becomes too evident to impose. heirloom roses. timpani insides. a
box of tambourines. intellect as aloof. or kanjira as upscale. a man sits next
to his uneasiness. if to sing like opera if to hear you scream, so silent, so
delicate, biting your upper arm.
