Sunday, December 19, 2021

To Covet Marriage

 

dusky skies amid its twilight

overcome by innocence, as it

dwells, as it sings.

the fabric is made of silk, its armor is made of humanness, its time is blurry, iridescent, too much to palm.

we’re connected, made disconnected, polished, buffed, made of buoyancy.

into strata, each layer, rubescent colors, filthy iron, contemporary tribes.

skies are dusky amid twilight

overpowered by attraction, as

pain drills castles.

searching out weather, trying for a forecast, made into a forest.

such as not, whereas, a remedy, such as not, ask for accreditation; tawny eyes, saber trims, more passion in this person; filmed in souls, grievous in agonies, so close, it churns, it’s made of violence; so soft, it confuses, so stern, it feels parental, aching in silence, so organic in texture.

into a sage’s words, a python’s mouth, a caiman’s genetics; so much endeavor, so treasured on ice, much more essence as it dissipates—or flourishes, ever growing, marriage has much to expose about eternity.  

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...