the
topic isn’t simple, grays aren’t
relatable,
it becomes what I need!
certain
into lenses, so manicured
by a
smile, such life in resistance.
a
cad so foul with sparrows at his eyes.
an
eagle for memories or mothers
running,
most souls lie naked – in wilderness
a
private polemic, a telic disaster.
so
punched in the gut, so out of wind, I
would
run but it gets no different. we
cleave
to best, in anchored charms, in vacuums
we
might hit superconsciousness. I was
wide
awake. I saw every infraction.
I
decided a deep conclusion: most
are
in anguish, most fight against nothingness,
trying
hearts in new rivers. a tender
pain,
a good friend, others might do in
likeness.
so acute for passion, such faith
in
compassion, spirits have similar
thoughts.
I wanted her, I needed her, I
would
behave for her; she flies like thunder,
she
hits a little something, she wants to
flit
into romances. first days, that sickness
glowing,
I want you like pain wants freedom.
never
to act like self, never to
appreciate
self, one is lethal on self.
the
signature is sorrow, the penmanship
is by
trials, by the life to love or cherish. I
come
with no objection. I adore without
inquiry.
at best, we’re both lonely. I
have
a photographic ideal, I fit
you
in, I never try your references.
I
never ask difficult questions. I
assume
you want to be with me. I assume
you
want to live for me. so based in
chemistry,
so alive in armor, with
breastplates
beating to attraction. I was
in a
trying situation. I was
a
month in healing. I transferred everything
we
clutched, everything is us, it can’t go
sour!
