oh for passion, if love has died, arms
reaching for clouds.
the severed strain, the fantasy glowing,
admired and found at seas.
windy currents, the windy seal, eclectic
vampires.
gnawed in mind, splicing sockets, entering
resentments.
casting chords, pulling and tugged,
attempting to carry whales.
the tiger dolphin, the mental
undercurrent, chances with time.
grim rebukes, the present toffee, intuition
splayed before an audience.
maddened insanity, rustic frames, rusty
commandments.
years with scales, an age with
violence, concerns more evolved.
a voice for Pagans, the charm as
envied, the enclave inside.
struck with beauty, living the miracle,
a size too fetching for fainted hearts.
minds and faces, laughter and sadness,
throaty, deep grunts.
if love was passion, a casual
affair, feathers and wings.
instant deaths, the essence of
birds, the freezer in a frenzy
—as men alive, searching for
purity, locating senses by harvest.
