Laced words linger the open sonnets, inspired by temptation of singing bent mornings to lullaby nights.

Longing odd touches on a patched idea, grown to a facial feature. 

Demanding romance, formed throughout the passion of insignificant carriage steps, paced on a remarkable question.

For all language spoken tongue, your’s stumbled onto and shattered trumpets and blue roses beat my broken whims.

Over in and out dims a bondage.

Emancipating vigorous lighting to make a demonic stream become my wet forthcoming. 

After all strides, I am twisted as my brother and his second laugh. 

Tiding you were, when all I thought was parading uncontrollable sails for subjective concepts.

Sinking I was, when all you thought was landing self served, substantial evidence of adventitious delusion.

We boil sensitive circumstance with no resolution…