Saturday, July 18, 2020

Much More Like Loving You


I gather pieces they look like essence so scattered like debris—those fair passions such aeipathy if but a poor lover where I need survival or dingy vintage. to love like animals or to have reason a man with a mind to a trestle; sore rhapsody so engendered to ask she die in me: the lover the fighter so damn explosive. as a fantast refueled with fever as such an electrocuted arc—those brains so political as such to win presidency. but a man losing sanity or feeling like dementia while nothing but love could repave us! such midnight sun such glistening legs or scents meant to drive aphrodisiacs. by splendor by searching caress where it was hell those first few kisses—as resplendent dysfunction or symbols speaking duplicity so proud you passed your exams! such indelible images or major soulprints afforded more towards losing than ever could die such winning. those ways as waves so cute such chemistry while a man feels good to insist; as spawned dialogue or guts determined while to see you might hurt too much bliss. by circuit ink or a wrinkled sentence so angry as a leopard out of hell. it was neurons or gaps or fretting into a miracle as eyes held gravity. the koanic web those unpaved morals while jurisdiction seems so vulnerable. our habits so fictional such losing to fight for grounding as souls condemned to a taste of happiness. by quilted screams or unopened windows while breathing you becomes so natural. where fire is parade or unleveled an atmosphere by radical spirits or unmanifested potentiality.
so knotted in beliefs so knitted in spectacular you or so filmed in a dream threshed by unreality. or immortality as living enchained by rapture so cursed it becomes blessed.       

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