love
is phantasm or conundrum or plurality. indeed, a selfish arc a blasted brain so
passed-out on a sofa. near an ottoman sits a purse, you bet not touch it! I lose
self as engaged so sick over lovemaking. such a coy or shy or aggressive
atmosphere. so seasoned, anything is right, while trying for dear existence. a
spicy alienation a mournful happiness so much business so much straying while
dreary becomes aggravation. upon a plum palming a sugarapple and talking shit!
gazes’ glance by like a trance such ravishing outfits. a softer scent a dear
perfume where most maniacs go wild. a slight finger a noticed discontent a vase
of begonias – so sore concerning its existential so much magic while too
exhausted to fight back. such a Kenya woman, with Israelian eyes, and
Mesopotamia cheeks. a man loving an ancient woman, as enthralled by Jebusites
or catching a European woman’s chance. so dark in this age, so caged by
silence, while too bashful for the Queen. we don’t talk it, the psychical
Jesus, we don’t abide it, the powerful woman. California Sidon, or Atlanta Africa,
at sails so confused by Judas. but Love Is, as sick as devotion while I can’t
promise more than what works. a cured creature an unsecure monument at
something I need forever: never get lazy, never lose utter togetherness, never
show it hurts too badly. a man was enlove, she switched obligations, as
surprised he might still receive essence. a blatant offense, a sure apology, a
repeat of different guises. by zeitgeist by practice by omega.
made me do right
while doing wrong such a song for anatomy. so psychogenic so cursed while we
plead something so secret it might last forever. Los Angeles Muslims as souls
in humility while such power in certain women. a like for arcs such spirits so
surrounded a choice must be protected. Those Asian customs those particular
habits while one remains a chaser. such a famine where passé feelings are
damaged. a man has something, a woman needs something, one gleans happiness
from his Island.
