most generous creature, an epiphany, no
two would be such sin.
a mere skeleton, a baptized liver, shivering
in cold air, unredeemed; at the fence, debating life, pure paradox.
heart spirits leap through corridors—ticklish,
laughing, meant for mischief; brains fire pistons, the two are one, the three
are most dangerous.
the grass is greener. those trees sway
with kindness. mere a thought in destiny.
just flipping coins, taking inventory, the
farmstead is filled with electricity.
abstract tears, concrete invisibility,
pictureless cries; a portraiture of opaqueness, an asphalt disclaimer, one clause
would damage life.
asking, as most have, for something—contrary
to nature; most primal glands, such instincts befuddle, loving hasn’t been
easy.
a skirt drags across dirt. by a tough tongue
two fell for islands. they ran a three-week marathon.
love is mystery, its qualifications, its
quantum leaping.
while skies are fables, passion is an odyssey,
intensity is a crusade.
