Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Agouti’s Don’t Say, “Love”


by cheetahs as murdering dirges or frames exposing silence.
such windows by widows, sore sad sullenness.
to have meads in violence as apes war for bounty, body, or beauty’s variation. insomuch as harems such want for monogamy where facts seduce ideals.
a soul to its master. a slave to his mistress. so fractured, so frenzied, if but one fire amidst oppression.
it seems madness such whispers to filter cushion to attack anticipation, for she screams; those ears mangled those addresses made vocality
where touch seems too far to un-passion.
as dumb or deaf or delirious—for Love sweet misery so spurned one morning; to have resemblance to know caramel eyes or aglets claiming lips.
so aged by minutes for suffering seemed success upon a whet petal:
such gymnast words or acrobatic calves while dying seemed so cruel—
too unflinching, so pantomime, so much by ink.   

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