And all of the things SCINTILLATED in-between. She seemed to settle-down-now and crowd herself in yet again – to cautiously cause US ALL to
UNDERSTAND hands and fingers majestically intertwined amidst these glasses of
Happiness Wine!!
WHY wasn’t she holding herself HELD gently TOGETHER AGAIN?? Captured to cause all the chaos to call its own tough-lucked bluff! And why was she not suffering akin to these aching inebriates WITH FACES FOR FLEDGLING TEETH? THEY REALLY DID SEEM TO SEND THEIR SUFFERING SUGGESTIONS OF SOMEBODY ELSE OFF TO YET ANOTHER OTHER PLACE AND TIME — “WHY, THOUGH, ISN’T (her) HOPE HELD achingly AKIN TO A FRAZZLED ROPE choked to the BLUECOLLAR bone CALLED SNOWED-IN DEVOTION? And that generous attempt to lend a hand and cause them ALL to cope… .
Simple suggestions, INDEED, and we simply saw ourselves fall — “to a nonstop, motionless crawl” – she’s being developmental AGAIN and acting achingly mental and FULLY ****SAKE able to see-both-feel — “YET ANOTHER ONE-SUCH-WAY-IN!” Soon as they pulled themselves back to the brink… and thought about thinking to DRINK
THEMSELVES INTO A SILLY LITTLE SECOND-HAND STUPOR Akin to repeat-offending, desperately unofficial reprobates — “with NONSTOP mouthing’s for tearaway teeth.” The further from the secrets we keep…
the better they did feel __
About How It HAD TO HAVE FELT – “to feel damn-near-immediately everything, “plEASE!”
And just like an overexcitable child, SHE HAD TO TRY… … . At making miracles meaningFULLY meANdER to a pandered pause. Kissing her feet only to inevitably-both-eventually re-TREAT
