Oh dreamy eyes, casual uproars, caiman instincts. Miracle currents, on a passionate meadow, excitement reaching home; by core beauty, by steep integrity, by sheer insistence. Our remote meadows, our sensitive brooks, our angelic yogis; wherewith, afflatus as crime, science as gravel, inward institutions. Requiring Love, so consequential, pleading prehistoric ecstasy. Emotions, fragmented essence, bled like time, fumbling upright damsel; inner distress, puzzled by winds, an affixation with sorrow—the suffering of pain, an attic reaper, morbid cages. Prone to a journey, confined to bricks, leering at a Watch Tower. In man to seasons, loving by reasons, engines fluttering through agonies; therein, a city mistress, a corner tavern, anger seeming witty—moving like snails, ravishing like hyenas, to know with certainty the morning energy. Adieu: those rosy hips, such puckering phases, whereat, inner disappearance. Sensual seconds, if an ache in portraits, swept for kicked, calming as rain ... —rarely understood, much contractual love, an inconspicuous enquiry; blatant fishing, tugging her mind, whereto, a need for exploration. rash like contempt, racy eyes, rabid clanking … —dinosaurs flaming inside, minotaurs guzzling fury, thereunto, friction made its fountain.
