from
rooftops just screaming to assert pure miracles – the balance in edginess the
source of dying while so alive it aches; those terrific eyes those terrible
thighs while so evolved its sweet devil’s ink. so quiet before it just raged
out such a trip back to primitive caves. at a sailing fever as it crosses seas
where never as intense as those arms. sheer tragic winning such wonderful loses
at a feeling irrefutable. an inexorable attraction where it destroys while Love
sings her current fire. a leaky gas pump a cigarette too close I’ll visit from
heaven. those inner barrows as rushing waters too pure to be otherwise. so
exhausted or too enthused where perfection is by absence. too unvetted as to
fret such winds with essence wafting naturally.
needing consumption afraid of
absorption so deranged for faint of vision. I stand in snow I infuriate flame
so much a tale in her diary. surefire dialogues so undercut while passing me
by. such a huge heart such remorse at timidity while saying love seems too
elementary. indeed, most need passion in light of courage if not to be absorbed
into another being. by best of us as but life in us to feel pleased to have
lived through you; humble cages or watery sparkles while skies drip oceans – to
tell how it happens or more how it feels as asking by too good for silence.
