Monday, November 23, 2020

Walk In Her Shoes

         

            so prurient so ecstatic so casual. a sensuous seductress, a rivaling queen, as more were kings. as a seed so precocious too attuned as an ache or spirit-ashes—by bone by grit by country horse—by Spanish by blood or so sensitive; a valley mirage a grieving machine too alert to pass life. something might remain sum of an attic or clothe of a tunic so much a holy scarf. to adore her ruins to touch in fury so much fire inside—more casualties a body ageless where closeness is a sign of favor. too diseased to smoke too much marrow to evaporate so pure in sheer affection—a woman crushes lemons to mix with gin where passion is sacrificed—by bleeding adolescence by anchor to thoughts so determined to cause a ruckus; shrubberies filled with bees or forced to comply while unless deference it will become bus brakes. a mixture is sensed, be it disaster, mother, or feral creature; to undress honesty, to remove scales from sealions, if it makes any sense. lost big in Vegas while needing a ticket, to happen upon a white force. Love died in me tears were buried or time was addicted to liquor. such a fusion such water into her liver while Love says crying like Kansas. so, show me your title show me your excellence, better more, show me a good person; for pain is colossal, America is colonial, or fitting means most things are kept silent. to scratch until it bleeds. to apply senseless ointment. while another level is raw eczema. to wreak disaster or to make love all under a burning roof: smoked lungs, foggy eyes, racing into climatic atmosphere. a banshee as wife a kingdom as queen while a man must adore where a woman must crave! to hold us to die us while a stranger might know our resistance: “By lands in cities—your first great parents, while sleeping becomes offensive.” such ribcages or radiance so swung afar—torn slingshots body banging brilliance where it must be excellence we chase after. so accused by mirror too lost to claim perception, as a creature too addicted to sullen falls. a seductress a rare mansion while it means so little if undecided.                 


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