Why
have I loved in rooms discredited where something is unintended?
—into
darker feelings as accursed at gates while we neither love you nor accept you;
this middle haven this incredible alienation where an older person is by older
rules; something opaque while wrestling for eye-contact in such a dilemma those
radical bars; indeed, to hate you, or miles to dislike you, while it was
predetermined; but beauty is radiant, and Love is outstanding, but we possess
societal metallic; such ruthless rules, such rugged rails, while mother is
mourning; at color exchanges while determined by eloquence where one has to
work harder—
I sip a Rita and drift
for a second while Love is sparking sage; our remarkable allusion into or onto
something cagey; this music in others this cursed happiness as ignoring such
raw gnawing; but a gorgeous gown, but grimacing groans, so hellish or so hurt;
those years before, as not knowing behavior, where a woman never forgets; so
bold by faces, to scream with remorse, I have done what you have done; such
scrabbling such indecencies while a real man inhales his odors.
—onto
a rare plateau or an ancient moon peering at aura; to have believed you any and
everything as one needing courage; to have exhausted you so impure where we
danced while so deep into this creek; to die like winning or to listen while
you read at captivity and silence; so ripe for entrance where a man becomes
lazy while another sees diamonds and jewels or plain exploitation; it’s hard to
decipher it’s difficult to discern where secerns are incredibly selective; but a
brilliant contour or grinding brains to witness such eloquent succession; this
man so tipsy those nights so glorious where a man never needs for existence—
those careful,
indiscreet eyes—those hells so deliberate!
It
was dear to life those feelings, to imagine this man, while Irish woes hit
harder; to think that way, or to feel that way, while in actuality it doesn’t
breathe those wires; as a remote being, so accustomed to honesty, for even if
he won those tides would rage sexually; so more to our waterfalls or more to
our oceans where a man realizes those boundaries.
Love is comforts or disease
while a woman might do whatever to hold longevity; this crazy feud while both
need control where a man might assert something she can’t fathom; this lagoon
by circumstance this curtain by deviance or so far gone it never matters.
I
adored us but unknowingly and I realized when hell broke castles; those seconds
after childbirth those redeeming seconds prior to losing something that just
wanted a child.
It
could have been him or another or a mere donor!
