let us say. in cold mountain blues. you wed your child. your spouse of sorts. your effigy of love. of lust. of soul trilling whirls. and the swirl of pink. and blue wind dolls. hollow in red. this pedophile, you scream. this child is love. your coeval muse. you call it child. your babe you say? the fur of maze. waffling songs. over and over. a chandelier yolk. this is sport and love. i do. we do. we did. it all.
but. in the the theater space of life and death. the ocean garb and navy blue. your fastened mask. your netted socks. so disposable. the sterility. this barrier wall of now and there. this is clean. do not touch. we sprayed and fumed. this room of blood. this cave of steel. we painted walls. and built a smile. panic not. you mother-child. hold your breath. think of god. sing a hymn. or paint a boat. in your mind of minds. sleep your pain. this theater of dimes begin.
the actors stand. outside the door of this mannequin pool. a stream of pines. oh water drop blues. come cleanse my hand. wash away the touch of lust. the touch of sex from saturday rhymes. and scrub your palm away. and scrub and scrub. this co-evolution of garb. the nomenclature. scrubs. before you scrubbed your myth and jazz. you took it off. the band of love. displaced the sweat. displaced the tension. of the sacrament of love. the visualization of the matrimony paradox. you took it off. and placed in the midst of pockets. clinging to your chest. your nipple roars. you touched in silence. i do. you say. and take a pause. i take this ring. off my soul. to save a death. this is norm. this is convention. this is the forcefulness of the blue-code professional. did you guilt? did you cry? did you swing amidst the century brides and say. you let me go. come back to me. off and on. and off and on. a cycle of spells. i do. i don't. i do. i don't. a pattern fork pitch. the band of sounds. that played that night. are mute.
take the band. and hold your voice. what marriage means? what social sweat has led to bleed. to believe. to pry an institution of sights and sounds. and lights and cheer. save this day. we declare the faith. built on what foundation? when did you learn to trust. or earn belief. when did you carve a destiny. for you and me. or speak the officialdom of the expected grace. when did you decide, this was time. to bend your knees. to propose to man or lady-love knits? holding together. this cohesive soul of band on band. when and why. a building brew. peril of love. saccharin man. your face of bass. the hippie flair of your inner poet. smells composition on a careening sonnet. survive. survive. surreal blooms. a network void of fading emotionality. you shy and fear. the dangerous revolt. of rejection and smiles. of the dubiosness of a power fling. the urgency of a wandering love. i do not have. we didn't have. we never knew. we never told. we set aside the crease of cold. we never spoke of the tenderness. ashamed. unprepared. you didn't know, when to say. this is time. this is love. what if i didn't feel. i don't. i do. i don't.i do. i don't.
but. in the the theater space of life and death. the ocean garb and navy blue. your fastened mask. your netted socks. so disposable. the sterility. this barrier wall of now and there. this is clean. do not touch. we sprayed and fumed. this room of blood. this cave of steel. we painted walls. and built a smile. panic not. you mother-child. hold your breath. think of god. sing a hymn. or paint a boat. in your mind of minds. sleep your pain. this theater of dimes begin.
the actors stand. outside the door of this mannequin pool. a stream of pines. oh water drop blues. come cleanse my hand. wash away the touch of lust. the touch of sex from saturday rhymes. and scrub your palm away. and scrub and scrub. this co-evolution of garb. the nomenclature. scrubs. before you scrubbed your myth and jazz. you took it off. the band of love. displaced the sweat. displaced the tension. of the sacrament of love. the visualization of the matrimony paradox. you took it off. and placed in the midst of pockets. clinging to your chest. your nipple roars. you touched in silence. i do. you say. and take a pause. i take this ring. off my soul. to save a death. this is norm. this is convention. this is the forcefulness of the blue-code professional. did you guilt? did you cry? did you swing amidst the century brides and say. you let me go. come back to me. off and on. and off and on. a cycle of spells. i do. i don't. i do. i don't. a pattern fork pitch. the band of sounds. that played that night. are mute.
take the band. and hold your voice. what marriage means? what social sweat has led to bleed. to believe. to pry an institution of sights and sounds. and lights and cheer. save this day. we declare the faith. built on what foundation? when did you learn to trust. or earn belief. when did you carve a destiny. for you and me. or speak the officialdom of the expected grace. when did you decide, this was time. to bend your knees. to propose to man or lady-love knits? holding together. this cohesive soul of band on band. when and why. a building brew. peril of love. saccharin man. your face of bass. the hippie flair of your inner poet. smells composition on a careening sonnet. survive. survive. surreal blooms. a network void of fading emotionality. you shy and fear. the dangerous revolt. of rejection and smiles. of the dubiosness of a power fling. the urgency of a wandering love. i do not have. we didn't have. we never knew. we never told. we set aside the crease of cold. we never spoke of the tenderness. ashamed. unprepared. you didn't know, when to say. this is time. this is love. what if i didn't feel. i don't. i do. i don't.i do. i don't.
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