Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Honey & Vinegar

 

we know it as elusive by sacred channel by inherent music. by some bear in us by illusion in us or by elixir in a bee hive. I would compound problems so addicted to a smile so adverse to common galaxies. with pain at his temples with miseries at happiness at kisses with poison. so famed inside too oblivious in mind such ignorance makes a man proud. truths in bloodshed or lifeblood in horrors while so gray, so joyous, others watch with despair.

I would abort feelings or abandoned hunches anything so sick for her.

upon a dahlia inside a jamesia with jasper trees painting our horizon. like a howler or a bat by teethe becoming lethal. to dig into flesh, as a radical vampire, with bodies heaving in disgust. if to tarry longer if but to toil more if but to wrangle for excitement. like wolves in shadows or coyotes in daylight or a screaming monkey; as died to adore you as lived to conquer you, by tender sweet disappointment. so certain of another much brave irony while I received what I have believed.

it might delay us if I utter those words in a situation where love is karate. as souls gunning up mountains, born to war on our terrain, so certain those ideals are unbreakable. pure desperation upon needing those words sure devastated where they renege. but anguish is serene as made gallant so attached to pride. nakedness has lost vulnerability, designed by evolution, our bodies become combat zones.  

 

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