dewdrop
eyes, unseen by vision, made spectacular. fossil findings, succulent nectar, it
distresses so close to imperfection. it feels lonely, so many knowing in
beauty, I die much to be a poet. a hearth is screaming, it desires those heels,
Achilles is wailing. brine drips from my ribs, hearts have outbursts, it was
terrific to meet as it happened. skies were cloudy, sunshine was muffled, a
smile was beaming. by the texture of soul’s autograph, at spirit-womb, naked,
giving birth to art. by a dulcet voice, at carnage by aching love, touched,
made warm upon awakening; to feel passion, as living its endeavor, to want
desperately a syllable from those lips: many coils unlaced, treasure it might
keep, dawn in its magnificence. more appetites, more direction, fingertip
emotion. if tears, let them be indelible, to have felt like roses wilting. an
issue in season, a baffled caption, legs, or ankles, or nothing. pure godhead
knowledge, forfeiting it to live, so abashed where forgiveness is sought. a
fragile earth, made robust, surety to seek where it tears asunder. eating
sushi, gazing in, so out in another land; if to grab, mismanaged emotion,
begging for deliverance; by a pain in carpet, a belly with accents, or
terrorizing a subtle knife to discomfort. those crafts as watched, a watchword
for attraction, so much a riff in magic.
