disparate
languages, an Albanese agenda, made different for a reason.
long
howling, mystic areas, one with nature; to become placeless, searching,
abandoned to dregs.
the
robe falls gently, exposing aesthetic kindness, a man tortures his ambition.
so
photogenic, so hygienic, so salacious; a fantasy inside a miracle, a miracle
wanted alone, aloneness too frightening to efface; pure paradise, probing
palatial shrines, sweet paganism.
upon
a heart-spigot, aside a lovely feeling, unearthed, such a blessing.
the
pain of needing her; the excruciating illness; a person yearns to keep his head
in attitude.
occultic
beauty, worshipped glamour, an appetite remains hunger—no matter satiation, it
remains famish, one could die this way.
the
luster of skin, the sin of relatability, at a fortress mending excellence; not
quite unhuman, nevertheless, not human.
musk
in the woods, atop of morning perfume, a coppice somewhere near obligation; to
hold brackets, to seal in parenthesis, only a scream—only inaudible.
