from nape to back so gin so curvaceous many dreams in space across deadly planets more force than deserving.
plural eyes puma paws genius instincts.
I was a kid in a dungeon feral over
beauty into crescent moons amorist palms I never
died so often.
such a glint into glamour aside some arc
gleaming the sin of its transgression
unable to placate pure desire dying in forbidden towns.
so much lust pertains to anxiety a film inside a soul death made nectar hate of self soon dies a person becomes monster leviathan a tiger with many heads.
I would imagine a fertile genteel soul I would find mentality is plural not so gentle not in need of isolation.
I would blotch many notions cypher through mistakes land in a maze created by misty locks.
minds filled with dayflies cymbals clanging in citrus almond oils nimbus palms I mustn’t be more on the money.
