Sunday, November 1, 2020

Fashionable Imbalance

 

to live you as in your world, to dance celebrity. the feeling of legs such soft scented sexuality or wings showing weather tears. as he might run or chance while so much power is in you. a man is a child prior to his woman where he might grow fastly. so much comfort so angelica where patience outwits determination—to sacrifice his guts by dear surrendering so abused by love. a fretted travesty, for she adores, where essence bleeds its devastation.

so animalized or so actualized where holding you is contagious. if but to permit sanctity or science or sanity. too cursed to lose or too sane to win insomuch as gaining disrespect. for a man must fly he must spread wide he must carry the village. where romance is sickening while liaison is matrimonial as a fool might mistaken his arts. a scarred soul a fueled man to be treated some way!

so baffled as in unstable where getting closeness is its riddle; eyes screaming bodies unbrushed or aches to crevices so steep into his pit.

if but satisfaction where hearts are barking but destiny is a feeble, shaky, or indistinct creature.

I loved like senseless. I would give death for her whispers. such a rude existence. as begging at points, for love was fabulous, while she relished in sheer, fashionable power.   

to itch by nerves to bleed by wounds so affected by something gunning—those teal eyes those blades of grass or shards of glass.

those hassles we leap those trees we admire or such metaphorical existence; flailed in an instance, such weights in a memory, while our world becomes light in a dear kiss. to reschedule deaths, as placing souls aside, to love adoring sunlight. our graves bloated our minds so touched as a clearing for flights.

 

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