It
becomes true passion where needing dangerous but desiring holy; this field-vest
those ancient conundrums at something near Rome; our battles cleaving to
memories our experiences dictating behaviors or our souls needing mother; but
this beast in men but this gorilla in women as these two meet and love and
become kamikazes; such ruthless debates such argumentative disobedience where
both are filmed and captured and disgustedly enlove; this fire in storms this
parade in Projects or this Tower in Watts; to imagine dictates or to resolve
something unstable while sex and detriments seem so apropos; where we look at
innocence this essence in behavior where one is acting our instincts; or
meditated souls where ladders seem trickery and gumbo might carry a curse. I
used to love like sinning this wonderful projected creature at ruins to learn
for Love was human; this shank to spirit this sieve to guts so threshed and
gutter and unruly; those sewers giggling as a man runs from ghettoes expecting
to meet something so pure; those darling sinews this elastic matrix or
something so galaxy it erupts upon impact; our dear dynamic if but to destroy
authenticity where, and though it angers, it appears as genuine dislike; to
impugn everything as never to settle upon nothing if but this hell wrapped in
sugarplums; our pomegranate excuses our telephones ringing like holidays or a
hunch so engrained one wonders if it was self-created; our lights fretting
survival where a man studies her body while guilty for something she deeply
desires; this fragrant animal this holy Eden or something too reckless to
admit; our hells as comforters our nasty alienation where combat becomes I need
something dying; released from jungles, running with crocodiles at caiman and
drastic deaths too invisible for one needing hiding—this wound and welting this
womb and subversion while never a sight so gorgeous; our foolish arcs as
something accursed and freedom where we never understood what a woman was living.
I
change into attire and leap into hearts or silence and concentration into a
warzone; so alert we dance and we see it lightly for we desire something
tangible; a person to claim us a person to swear by us while we portray
something seeming anti-normal; but to something scaring our souls and best to
something losing grace or best to something superficial; our years with
immediacy our cries raging hormonally at estrogen and palaces; to lose a
crucial component to feel mortality as becoming too resolved to claim clarity;
but holy entities needing something devilish as creatures moved by something
despicable; or soul sold soldiers debating with deception those gates as fated
too high to gauge clearance; this man needing more courage or this layer
seeming too thin while one would sell us an ambiguous relationship.
I
often ponder this elusive and rigged pain where something feels kinship—but
Love is vicious annoyance and curt friendship or judgmental irritations; to
need a certain class but so much to earn a certain class where one enters
support at an inferior status; this fuse in us all this reality at some level
while we fawn and desire this extraordinary person; as wanting and needing so
declined to be holy and wanted for needing total admiration; this beauty
exchange this bodily exchange while realizing something seems gray; to be
treated as we treat others this rain convoluting our minds where we desire
something most are unwilling to give; this refilled glass to hold to something
similar where both feel like heaven has bestowed a favor.
