it’s cold anxiety while managing peaks such differential. such compassion such fierce rivers while more than a waterfall. such suspension or one reason while America is on Fast Food; a quick order, it denotes passion, while some address the recipe. another lesson another fire while we never understood caves—those deeper regions those dialogues inside where something feels ashamed of what it might crave. so afraid to grip life so much a devastation while we feel so guilty. but he never fathomed she never knew the flame was uncontrollable. to sit it out to discuss with strangers to gain participation. a younger soul a rolling soul a verbal soul; to pretend feelings to plague anxieties to love like it felt delirious. to make it work to always trust to adore more than possible. our Africa, our Asia, our Spain musicians. At Mexico to cross lights while Australia becomes exotic. such miles in Europe as to fret arrival so uncomfortable—to love but society so rude or critical; however, such racing speed into a balloon while we learn more lessons. so close I see you so afar I call you so under-cured I worry. to know our infatuation to outlive our pash where it’s over but we die to come back. the feeling in me the rain in you the heart screaming while it rages. the mind playing stickup the robbery in his soul the thief running with intentions; to summons Plato too many to count such raw anguish, it churns. rereading Nikki so unspoken where we delineate careers: I disappear where thoughts are giants or so silent in mentality; the week it was life the month it was pain while many say derogatory things. so much to adore you, so Aristotle inside, a woman with Kierkegaard’s I.Q.; so much a Shakur rose, so much a Panther’s observation, while we mix, mingle, or maze through attraction.
at times, I need
you as feeling vulnerable, so surprised that, you commend me. so curious about
existence, so existential, so much hurting—those blue seasons those autumn
winds while summer was winter; such panting inside so much we need as in each
other if but to fret our emotions; to die at your lap a face facing scents while
so intoxicated; the lesson of the flame the pain in the absence while realizing
I could shoot some voltage; brown cries or torque green eyes or hazel a penalty
to laugh; our abandoned childhood so new back then while Love was cute. I needed
a human. she came through. we dyed our evening. to believe in such a begonia to
live like Zen as accused of sensitivities. the armor of the hurt rose, the
frankness of the defensive zinnia, the sorrow of the jamesia. so many reasons
as to die for pain such a lovely creature.
