Quizzing glass from finders sheld, opera glasses
from leaf sight observing, hot, cold condensation
glazing toric lens, until the weight issued rinsing,
dense enough, that a tear rolled down. Images
orthicon, allowing one sided views, kindnesses
greater watchtower, inspects gravure microscope,
her ceilings unlimited, carefully touching wounds
prospect, narratives to misfortunes heart of aught
visibilities. Spread wide for the cloud behind the
shutters, channeling book for the reader who will
not name the title. The beholden, the ever naked,
lady of ultraviolet, squinting for the scene’s singlet,
red star eternally behind the curtains. It was love,
softer caroling, such I have no doubt! I’d would
change nothing, as I longed to be seen, inside her
point of view. Yet until, winter brought it’s cold
frost, fern ice, pallid once, her view of feelings.
Praxis swing, upharsin, foreboding of the runes,
transition’s gesticulating script, on the stuntman’s
cue. There in by, cry havoc, or fair warning, I
was sulphur heart, Ivalace ivy, quintessence in
self-annihilation, ultimatums climbing walls.
I saw you watching me, tapping on the window,
dispatches operational, friend among my leaves,
keeping the sideliner conscious. A watchman’s
rattle in dormancies, reminders before the retinas
stagnant, as visceral plums fled trembles tree.
The pennant stems I idled by, carelessly removing
fledges from their grasping stones, a child who
took the greenery from contemplative life. A sweet
vine forgiving exasperations, signaling buttresses
to the cakewalk of fright, tomorrow you will fly.
Parcels of flowers, charge’ d’ affaires, adding
silver strings to supple conversation, trembling
Suffragettes, sine qua non.
Amenities of jute, broadcloth dreams of lace
making, in caprice capes of Lamiales shelter,
umbelliferous of Bignonia.
Stags of Dutchman’s breeches, burgeon below,
the headlong trees, woadwaxen tress, as ushers
thrush, in grass of Parnassus.
Asterisk by thread of sable, patience agrimony
of asters settled, in small toques or straw sailors,
abetting graces of theatre movements, alcoves in
fingertips, framing flyable archives, in churches
of feminine architects, Aktie Tomaat.
Ships of conveyance, water birds of Albatross,
sails of ahimsa, pacificatory offshores, abettors
aiming, the saints of memoirists and aiguillettes.
Sateens the key locks, seal beside her folds for
legging forbidden shores, syntaxes of affinities,
according only, charities of faint consent.
Thespians of timber, in de Stijl lines of the meadows,
straw hat theater, where the hares of harlequinade,
are the improvisers summer stock. Ornamental art
of shelter, I, o in rounds of river rock, a home of
consummations, of stone and earth.
To study and rest beneath domes of heated glass,
ceilings of liberal commentaries, sorting the skies
of Grand Guignol. Retractable fabric, of subtle
fauna, on backgrounds of deep purple, risers of
privacy, at placings of fingertips.
I’m cushioning certain walls in embroidered
damasks, nestled leaves, pillowing summers
rosettes. A vast prism in the greenhouses
and the entryway, repertoires divertissements
bayadere in dialogues of light.
…my home.
Nombril point, illusory underscores of bannering
brow, thoughts padding tiles, gauze guard, the
atlases of stone. Types of swallows without the
pause of feet, migrations mark of cadences, where
wingers withdraw, neither dart, nor cords of fleet.
Marlet which shall never roost, from felled birth
until shadow, sojourns ungenial alters, below the
seatings of kingfisher blue to purple gallinule. Be
Octofoil, eight lobes of leaf till flower, thatcher of
the attic, dreary douse to napery pearls, self ends,
Jane letters of mangroves, downing beds scribing
cloister, drop plumes, of closing grief.
Blushes of movement, nonetheless to tauter,
compliant flocculent, in heat treat ossifications
of vulcanites. It is my acre of long grass, bice
where the chandler layers the rye, fruiterers I
batten, barkers of the copper leaf of autumn.
October’s vintners emptor, final brass chosen,
of ha-penny apricots.
Organ collars collateral, beauty in wedged
wed filling, should the rain fall slant, tiller
the leads of rest water, along it’s chase of
sullen shoulders. Ring ribs of fuchsine beets,
I madder joy red, Catholic songs of cordial,
as meadow larks walk in burnt umber, praise
from the roan stones nearby.
Winds in centrifugal force, exhale only, as attendants
of the fifes condition, poignant songs repulsing, myrrh
to enchant, artisans which may not breathe in. Lady
of Ceili, motioning response, mellifluous as the wild
lily’s insularities, she tucks inside her glove. Perhaps
Diascia or Dietes, twin spurs of two daughters, in
felt cartographer of palms, shield safe in satins buffer,
pollens in clasp petals or closures character of fronds.
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