Love Cartel didn’t end well
sails set -flappers on deck- bags packed ready to dance with le mistral –
Prepare for signs of cursive scurvy , unorthodox rats.
a canary and a dove destined for a new type of island style
Known by the name king Louis of swing.
Roots.
Start over.
Allegiance to the flag
Pledge to acquiesce to the captain of this ship
He – the cardinal son.
She- Scarlett wife , tresses of a bedheader installs a navigation Wicca app aura .
Puritans on the other side of the reminisce -wont flock in God’s pinitation no more.
Men blemished from wearing rosacea glasses,
They don’t mind if their ladies flesh is pricked by a stranger.
Possessive is not a prerequisite to all nature.
If she hustled away every coin for her current despicable appearance,
Would his fists mangle into the renegade degenerate?
He ,sitting on a cracked pavement, sipping beer 9% proof distilled hops poison
The brain canters away with a wild neigh, a hurdle jump to late to plummet off the mezzanine ?
Money talks .
Yes, your majesty,
The Queens face-discordant in all apparitions injects a dose of annus miribilis.
Scarlett wife Disorderly conduct causes a head to head, bollocks to a curtesy,
Sight convinces the reality of her hand gripping onto a can of mace.
No!
Artistic expression insists on splashfuls of colour of cans .
Expressive language told in graffiti.
Stand back — look at the words staring at you on the attack
What is respect ?
No dictionary to hand. Examples pour out without definition.
Pleasantries, thank you , cups of tea, good nights, mechanical nav app claiming
Quickest reroute to I love you,
Is it posse of homies fist bumping in homage to the lionized mane with blue blood paw
Together-slumber in king size
Flesh remains languorous to the swirl prints of human touch-
Mistaken identity chickens both fear to lose more feathers
Life division — soul mates obliterated by differences in decorum ethics.
Always the sophisticate — the crowd whispers nectar grains of gossip behind whimsical fans.
She is the fallen angel , notorious for the malaise in her head,
she brings out the rapture of Yorkshire cows that hide udders with a noo noo ,
lactose free
Milked by onions far future veiled tears and a survival credits demeanor .
The pair adore the honeyed bee with cotton blue eyes –
the enigma who keeps their fates sealed in bondage
Arrange one another like a book end seeking outwards ,
a common agenda arise
Pleiades siren sisters heard mewing departing with the breath of dawn
tangerine hues , salmon pinks,
Creative muse leads the joint pair to rip at each other until both are mere bits of itty bitty jagged ,torn up pieces.
No clean break.
Wind takes a pile of their stake
Love ?
People fall out of love everyday.
Better opportunities appear in the sky line at sun
Save but for this,
Passion misaligned enough to impart a spiritual kiss.
Scarlet answers to his tonic inflections — atonement persists every other day.
White noise.
Static.
Erratic.
Chaotic.
Despotic
Erotic
heinous tumor clots the mind by a sprinkle of a spell hypnotic
The poltergeist won’t make a proposal with a smudging kiss -so dreadfully emphatic!
Compromise to exercise the practice of sabili.
Feverish tug of war discourse breaks out in lieu of discordant decibels strung out on opiate sentences.-
Night terrors channel the unblemished one onto hang mans cliff, one foot away she is from tumbling to the state of alone.
How can we humans get it so wrong for so long?
Hearts motivation is seeking for a state of a rose petal bed sensation
Yearn that the fleeting soul mate would over estimate his worth.
Indeed change his own faith perhaps even his fate.
No frown lines
Don’t mean no problems.
equality determined by duvet covered up underscores
Old Ben ticks a version of rock.
seize a raconteur to reveal a mandatory position of bondage-alternating positions to top-
Knowledge of new positions verbalized in consumption — a crescendo of orgamsic crowning
Don’t you think it’s fascinating we can live in cramped states and boxed ticks?
Fairies move out appalled by love birds sudden screaming in Tourettes tics
Strangers bound by vows and contracts have perfunctory sentiments ,
Know her soul — possess her ,emancipate her from well coined ferry man ferrying crowds over the river of sty.
she needs the force of a Minotaur-
Amygdala explosion — irrational welts to a few tossers , no burial for those who disrespect a generous gender-life givers-vessels for the lucky few
Respect is a two way street.
A part can disappear to a sudden gasp of disappointment clad in veil-hidden-
Though some part still exposes her skin announcing she’s prepared to paint a mural — decipher their own teasing ,high hopes for their Art.
He needs a stability, no hand palms lined with haphazard crosses-
Nor to the cosmos antagonizing the make up of her spirited sum
We – love is what ? a dessert homemade , multiple attempts to attain the taste of perfection
To understand the the meaning behind the effect of not giving a shit about garlic breathe.
We fall in love-
we fall out
We love-
we don’t love
Love shouldn’t have a contract of pre determined conditions.
Feisty souls-what will happen when they reach past there 30th mile stone?
All blasphemous bathe in water infected with parasites of bloody rouge delighted to succeed leeching on a new host — a corruption life draining feed
is this enough to see them through the next phase-a turnstile or direction that doesn’t rewire an IQ test
emotional intelligence — hear her lilted accent
Manipulations, guilt — disappointment-
She commands brutal truth in — communication
Not the bullshit that she is the get down momma.
Big up her soul — she won’t trust words wrapped in silk feathers made by the wife of the bent over farmer.
Troubled is this state of terrain .
life epiphany moments can unify a bond lost to an inventory of savage materialitisic scum
The body is infected
Damn woman, screwed up everything from the moment she puffed out a perfect Oh breathe , the day at her party of existence.
Which way to go?
Look at the neighbors garden — all flowers and herbs cultivated with hands green hue glow.
Tender, patience — imagine a perfect relationship.
It’s easy to forget the good times when Cerebus wakes up-
dodging three eyeballs — accumulate by the sense e of fear-causing blood to boil in heinous state of haemorrhage.
Reminisce the spaces with laughter , moments of frisson, an out line of a future that didn’t appear another gilded prison.
Vow to be a sensual, thought after action man
Vow to be a lady who will cite and recite her promise .
re read the words spoken amount attuned bird chirping,
Above an audience not hidden by a curtain-breaking down every wall.
They recite their vows
Explore the true meaning,
Speak them out loud
Reconnect – her proposal to fight for their future far from the hostile terrain cartel.
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