She's never known what she wants- never has and still rarely wrestles down
her wishing crown
U. Seemingly there is little faculty left in my mind for anything less. U.
U. A globe when you
Still I talk to take you tipping towards my lips to kiss… To let you go, I cannot, no, because of
I say... I've met you lifetimes ago. I still edge to my seat, though. Perking my attention. Combing
And still I see your window sill.
When I first met you, I was always
You found me full of sideways-s. You looked upon a backwards view. It was there that we parted
A year is what I'm told. How will I tell you? It's spread, like darkness as the looming sun
Hark, sage, thy vibrant earthy self, with predication to pawn pieces of your love in places of my
I let you walk ahead -
Because you go before me.
Because watching you is a scotch glass filled
I want to take this day and pour it in a wine glass to sip slow and savor -
And when the night's
I love watching you walk from behind, onward with a precarious figure. You step towards a place
The sight of lips lacks gender. So, too, we cannot count with tongue.
The sight of surface
I've privilege the purpose to poll a shore by stroll. One sighted not too far and traced by lakes of
This--this dream that I cannot have, save within the confines of sleep:
She tucks me in with
Am I a fleeting stage?
A quiet name caught in the rain?
--within a book, another page?
Are you as crazy about me, as I am of you?
Do thoughts of us dance footprints along the faculty
But of your accord, your clandestined autonomy: as my magistrate; you have, by benediction, a
Upon ecstatic recognition, beyond the grace of the willing ponderer, and among the west like
Two lights spaced but two inches apart - as my bored body lets go of itself to find fear in a
My aching is slow. I worry for that. I worry for what I have done to push you away and though I
You hurt so bad. Though I cannot remember; be it your face or the way you used to speak to the
A fading link decided that we were enough.
Our dispositions towards each other were to be fruitful
Where has my seething soul departed to?
For when I rifled within, hollowness greeted me with arms
I let my thoughts color the pictures,
Before my spirit burns
The paper of my memory,
I see that I'm rented in every tense-
Too caprice to be renewed...
Of me - there is too much been
I found it beneath a shaded tree, and cannot let it go.
I heard it, sweet, within the night across
It's broken and ruined, just let it alone
For its wears and cracks are all readily shown.
Leave me a song, one with sweet melody,
Adorned in fine clothes atop French jewelry.
A languid mist now protracts above that still lake with only the sudden tumults of peckish fish
My burden entails me to carry till weary,
each moment of time pressing on.
And with it I see that
I write in a diamond pavilion,
On paper with crystal pen.
My syllables counted in carrots,
I've been gifted a-loan I will gladly atone
for- within ideally the next hundred years;
Singleton fire begotten from flames,
begotten by sparks, begotten in pain...
Brought forth from
Marooned: rendered obsolete in a desolate place...
Swooned: besotted in the image of your
Why, though, must you distance yourself? I have always felt paces between, spaces in me, since
There must be a hyacinth in your hair, because of your essence: a flowers beauty. Of how you
The passionate reap the greatest rewards. Remove your facades, detract from your outward
Deeply troubling is the preponderance of whether I do, or will ever have the assets for such
Where the red bud grows, underneath the uppertoe... In the Hindu mountains where all of the stoners
A backstreet ballad for and undercover lover, pumped internally to the tunes by Cliffs of Dover.
I do not preach from the pulpit, I do but evangelize it. The stage awaits a gaping hole that scents
I find you cute. Your shadow too.
Mine's asking yours to dance...
Thus solar will, dost wish
If I could smoke vitamin D, I would rather. As oxygen gives lively buzzes of life, flooding my
We smell, because we are goddamn curious... of whatever else identifies deeper than surface
I am a metropolitan yuppie...with country strands picked in the bushel too...Such so, that I throw
Somehow the wind always gets to my hair. Let back from times long enough to braid. With an
Pining that myself be strong when it is wanted,
innumerable when it be counted - part to trinket -
How timely it is to be breathing with you. I thank you for this pleasant afternoon where we enjoy
Who is to say that the untimely tasks given and taken thanklessly of me are not rooting away what I
It has recently come to my attention that the world we live in is fixated with pursuing the innocent
Human warm among frost.
A meaning besides itself: intricacy.
Profound is the
What if I had never met you?
Only disdain. Lack of courage, and fleeting rain.
If I was never
Save the rest - my lungs are full.
Hold this mass - my heart is sore.
RESPECT this face, its all I
I love what you have done with the place.
It's all mowed and prim - aside from the sharp edges of
Whatever was beaten and blown,
In the corset I've worn has been
Born torn.. Forlorn by a fate too
Here to there in wherewithal, the children paw at sleeves:
Tainted gray-shade pictures and
I am joyous with being ordinary. Average allows adaptation - When the sand steams hot, you bear it.
I've seen her perch on rocks of highly topsided confidence.
The voice I hear careen from her
You were able to run. There I stood rigid in pride.
Your feet must have kicked dust times high
And then she died - figuratively of course.
The love that had flown, flew dripping wing through
I swear that it is complicated. The knots foresee a snare, the banked ridge of pain, blood, and
I believe I found something, you left it and yet twice I'm here.
More than I can bear, the time
Another evening sits and makes conversation with me. I hung up its coat to open my ears. Light
The discourse leaf twindles and with its face held in its handless grip it falls to be blown in
Do I frame expectations and wake to touch them as I step out into the world?
Unlikely. I pray for
In my regards I've placed a hope within your ears that should have been choked. Such things, I fear,
Everything seems to be referenced to the point of you existing around and within me. I don't need
Wherein we met, I felt a hand begging I be void of put-ons...inhesion by the standards of anyone in
Sometimes I miss you. Of no fault but my mind and memory, for you are not one likely to be so
Be not mistaken, I am not intolerant, yet my patience is simply more patient than your patience in
There is something quite pleasurable about being alone. Some of the most out of body experiences
But I do dream of you, even with silence for a fist full of time-
Gripped gritted and callused,
Few are cursed with the occluded opportunity to come to grips with death. To lock knuckles and look
Entire lines of sensibility, penciled up and walked in. This is the image I see. A lone light
Tell me dear, is supposing of your immanence?
There are buds that float on river tops for
Your paths may cross only once.
When and where are to be written.
She may be the best for him;
I like your whispers, though your lips do not so much as part.
They always somehow educe my