spurt post

to be in a time-warp, in a methadone crystalline antiquary, romanticized, petrified and in a glass bowl of pediatrics. in rainbow gigs, dandelion lace and a wind whirl. whizzing past, in sounds of raciness, fury and an erotic shell. there is a poly glimpse of the love cocoon. writhing, wriggling in a slime of purity, chastity and sex. when you and i, run away from the silence of the marbles, unfettered from the judgment, relentless and promising, kissing and smiling by the river banks and shell trees. in a matte elegance, from a development. remember in months, unsure, fearful and hopeless, we met by books and stacks and history of a colossal trilogy, head banging, arm swooshing, jiggling and giggling, nervous and careful, with a folded smile, quivering lips, chiffon terrapin trundling down your fluid physiology? would you have thought, in our difference and decadence, in our paper clips agape, in our unworldiness and immaturity, that this would come off the cliff? in the cellophane of a mileage, in the constant craving and beseeching, hoping and wishing, annoying and breaking, doubting and fearing, drumming in cherish, ripping chasmically, sporadically, the tectonics of our quotidian encounter? could you have modeled, with the tools of your technology, that we could hold up in fear and battle, a philandering saturation, ceaseless to the moving world? in closure of my eye lids, i see your face, the saturday nights, the sonnets in bed, and miss the strategy of your creation. wishing and seeking -this emotional broom. clean up a pathology, a catharsis, a longing for substance.