Sharply

"Henceforth what are we?,
when we're thriving in our own greatness, sailing abroad and silky-bellied",
he said.

She said, sharply: "Foremost, we're lovers inwards, inland."

The thought pinched the nerve, scattered.

He grimaced: "Today?"

"Absolutely."

"Everywhere?"

"And back again," she said. "How in this world? Did I ever differ?"

"You are right", he recoiled.

As she moved left, she slid the gun in the second bottom drawer.

Salad Days

(These are difficult times ahead of us.)

The sound is short, but vital.

"You're in a coma", I moved across the room.

"How can I pay you?" (In another world)

Do you hear the lament, apricot?

"The bloom of youth, at the top of your skin."

I can whisper to save myself, if diamonds are all you need.

I expect your skin today. And beyond meadows.

A Good Leg

"Careful, at Alaska's Bar.
Don't get too involved with these beautiful dolphins" she said,
gliding disguised in half-strained epilepsy.

Words were craving desire, now and then.
Try to bundle-off, you will roll smoothly off our tongues, the saints are at ease but forlorn.

"The mud's been building up and you go and watch your step." (as a foreshadow)

"Oswald has a navel", I bestowed.
Way deep inside of this horizon I am beginning to see the outcome.

As she whispered "move left", you steadily put all your money on the thief, confident.

It was not a wise move and today we all see.
All the same, you 'were' a good leg to back up on.

The Alley's Scent

As of today and forever!
(rushed stones)
All future being swallowed and at each others' sunrise.

"You' d be surprised if salt was to be traded for this." I thought.
As a stain fell, you quickly removed it.

Butter fell all over this Caesar, not to my surprise, but the burdens together (kindly) are at intercourse,
to bind up ascending with Reaching Hands,
crying "to burn the midnight oil."

"Today" as a word you manage to twist, as a revolutionary.
Your inventions are at ease, the lesser of your qualities.
And there I stood wondering what color you were supposed to be today.

"In and out" she grimaced.

You had always thought her codes were valid somehow, I did as well.
A wild lady jumped: "Come running, I have bled-out of my greatness and I believe I can be filled again."
DOWN ON YOUR CALVES before you can savor this sandcat.
I don't need any witness here to prove that Elaine's fire has been dragged around the coast, and that means every sharp-shooter has stepped in her it.
Oswald,
we will give Elaine the benefit of the doubt, even if she has not learned yet.
And we will give ourselves full time, "to valid ourselves", the saints said.

Now, is that salt on your arm?
Impeccable.

Rosemary is Sacred

You picked up the phone and whispered:

"Rosemary is sacred."

.

and waited.
You left the phone aside.

What's that in Ro's hands? Epilepsy.
In this manner: coming-to-town, feeding her lava body, with a verb in her mouth she tries to whisper "do it again" but fails.

She needs to be put aside as well.
But (out of necessity) you couldn't forget what she said and how she looked,
and that "Beauty of the Curves" crap.

"Try to think of her as the Hooker-of-misfortune"
Leticia said, cards up-in-the-table.

We left Bureau of Customs and we headed north.
You insisted and I insisted "the devil was at Rosemary's grave that evening."
You nodded whilst I though you were turquoise then, today you are green oil.
But you didn't trust the friend that I am.

Nuclear, the words swayed and formed the following:

"Nuclear, belly-upped children are lining up with foreshadows in their black little hands."

.

"This is the city, we have arrived" I said.
You didn't go there just to return untested, that was clear.
As the bed spoke in tongues, we sat outside in plain dark, near Delaware's View.

We started reading a book called "Inside The Hands Of Rosemary Steam"

"But" was the former word. A douche, but a saint she was.

Oswald

Oswald, there's a dead end around the corner.
But it's soft, as the bird that whispered "Brigida's murder", as the time ran to hide.

I don't see it bright,
and how much time have we wasted?

"This would work whenever the moon let a white shade underneath your shoes"

Let the left light work itself a white shade that once left our houses, through the chimneys and way up.

To ran,
to seize the word we both shared.