Happiness abounds. Here, on display, a few pertinents from CONJUNCTION #7. I can't commit to its entirety. Just some lines running through my head at this moment. Sent off some in a loveletter; realizing how good I am at loveletters, how unsullied they can be through all imperfects, past or present. How good I am, and how badly I incorporate my own real life. But, no matter, sentences are worth more than given justice.
I’m so cautiously wondering if it is
about to happen for a moment
I’ve saved it for the bushes
somewhere
noticed it wonderful,
noticed it wonderful,
the verging of panic
It’s snowing like the grass,
(forewarning) a moment, gorgeous
Thinking a soft moist mass isn’t an exaggeration.
I try to invite plants or flour
(and a brief pause)
because it’s snowing
Then he heard a voice applied to the body.
it’s over and I know there’s no chance
in the deepest blue of relief.
Bite angrily into the darkest depths
of reality calling over.
Inflammation in despair at why even exists she.
Talk, did I think this would, and even if it did
(the exact color of sunlight foolishly),
He’d come south wearing a soft blue, tediously
interrupting in a car through the snow to be warm.
The same color of her.
Something suddenly with the likes of me.
She had high ecclesiastical sexlife; he’s got everything
else and he watched with fascination as she moved
toward prepuce.
That is supposed to fix the rest of the life?
Up there
Up there
in the world already?
She was carrying a bunch of red and orange tulips.
This lonely, lonely, so amazing.
I am clutching his fold of skin, closer to his waist.
Surrounding the person to whom you’re attracted but
who means nothing save for one hand.
Clitoris is little romantic joy
This ridiculous waste of a morning.
The collector of prepuces, she’s been with someone else.
Lies are good, she smiled magic tricks
She didn’t seem recklessly extravagant.
looks at the ground
To explain yourself
I’m glad I caught you licentious
My relationship lies are pertinent tonight and
we’d like
we’d like
dissolution.
Vigorously do I know you a little bit more
an inclination I don’t have…
sometimes these ideas linger, eyes sparkle like
that natural tendency to fall asleep awhile
before underwater emeralds.
In a particular way she doesn’t touch me again,
and then over to catching the sunlight, encouraging,
looking down quietly and childish.
Couldn’t stand there, excessive interest with great sadness.
I do not know for much longer.
Sexual matters I find, something else but I remember him tonight…
salacious, obsessed, concentrating on forcing a smile.
Licentious, she kisses me closely blood
pumping lascivious
pumping lascivious
my mouth intently hot. She was lecherous and leaves, but then
I accidentally admire tulips
to her chest,
to her chest,
lustful and quickly allowed.
Flames on concupiscent tears,
night on the silken pink.
night on the silken pink.
Trivial perfumes… a tangle of mindthorns.
But we can hear each other inside.
The discharging of love breathing around courage;
timid.
Aching in panic instant inside now.
A square with pain warm from it… tonight/ feeling
I'd want not to.
Across the lawn from loss
a circle in love with sleep
bounded by a curve
feels not Mediocre
the position of the moon
happens to days and moments
happens to days and moments
and months effective.
Being in a state perfect elsewhere. I’m the only one
who feels the urge.
I’d want to keep it still inactive
so I’m silent, reticent, judging for a reaction,
caught up in the romance of happy and alone.
Wanting to be impassive as always
and the pursuit of unreachable goals with certainty
I know obsession, foolishly impractical happy
a year or more goes by
I’m not obsessed with the pursuit of ideals, looking
at other things.
If I was obsessed capricious,
the philosophers I love
would have impulsive suicides.
I don’t celebrate quiet
Unpredictable is left for today when his eyes, in which
words and his closeness and hands are represented,
flood love.
All that, all over, combinations of pictures I don’t want.
I don’t care if he was, for instance, to suck me dry.
Care about eyes represented by a picture.
So I can suck it dry, for him. If he cares, I know.
A person to whose name it punningly alludes,
suck someone else dry.
a person with parasites (I could).
I was never so revealing.
Anything to say…
I have a strong memory.
I think treating sexual, killing time.
Living in regret and distaste,
willing to give indecent.
A chance display you in a bed becoming enraptured
Gasp the life out of everything.
He put his arms around enjoyment of the subject,
and you remember sex
and you remember regret.
The red glow of the slow.
Stately, enraptured by a display touched.
Such a dance, and you find yourself logically.
Screamed worldly things
and imagining it’s nothing in those things which are
not regarded as the moon,
and the grass means nothing.
You will be on her side; sacred could
have never meant less.
Such a drastic change of the temporal.
Let’s not try to transcend.
(Out of respect
to the distant temporalities.)
