meanings play. close to alarm.
leanings play. close to red.
one precipice clouded by red freedom.
it could bleed and blossom. daylight.
one diagonal vein, close to one Omega.
born from the sudden collapse, all dense intimacy.
I quit my cure not. ocean drinks deep and large.
another girl abandoning every lake of chance. another world killing itself within your tongue,
the perspiring question, mouth of red fear.
very young.
another young girl becoming the impossible sense.
I quit my cure not. ocean remains only the gesture where. the furies arrive and paint the memory of refuge within new names. Isles may be us.
I quit my cure not. ocean drinks my projects and voyages. before possible.
among smoke love your foam, all dense intimacy.
you feed my dangers with lines and arches.
ego works like a burning of multiple explosions. bodies explode beyond the loss and the silent panic of excess. time explodes because of a delayed reality. doubt explodes within and against my strivings. desirable denials and other cries and still loaded with potential wildfire. and your mouth traces the waves of hair and sun roaring on approach. the moment reverses the question of flying and falling. our kiss expands the radius of sound-signs toward inner vacuum. openness must discern struggles of many lips traversing voices of skin. the origin believes in many Isles.
I wish I could believe in extreme verbs and their cliffs calling from within and against. there is a combustion of ideas and animals in this love paralysis. in fact, in flesh, in flock. not flowing from the spring. the whole force becomes not-me. it sounds other than the face of holding the firstness of the first flame
