🥚 09 Sep 2026 - Unbearable Albumen of Being

Muzzling drools and tears not even a salutatory prayer could overshadow When the auspices rest between thumb, pointer, and middle: Slurries of needs unmet yet heard by the Eames to which the leash has been bound; Too few acres of sorghum or inlet to explain the curtilage patrolled by patent switch Too much care being taken to extrude the intrusions into an eldritch rite of passion Whilst sanity put to rest Vìs-a-vìs unconditional lashing To wit, to heel, to your will I bend Unto an Earth made less wretched By each stricken nerve or twist of role Under darkness, privacy, and restriction Do these mewls tangle in the subjective 'hurt' Mendaciously broiling up into a scene of timeless love Drying into gales of jealousy regarding implacability Of boundaries being manifest instead of straddled Touring each mistruth of the endurably splintering forest commensurate with ending Burial dances with aphorisms regarding the pig you know ruts within your bounds Fencing line by lie by line as the freedom you awoke evokes scallops of denial Suffering each whetting gaze in pursuance of me imprinting upon a baleful goddess Enough fluttering warmth to cure us of the human condition End me with your love Such that I may retell The one triumph of the gods Lowing and longing to disappear Into the heart you've made yours All that remains is for us to choose our clothes Tearing at the other's mostly customary effacement to peers As we commune without secrets in a retiring womb of laughter, Sprung traps, and adventures in destructive four-fifths time So marked by the sweetened Hel of your touch Freshening the purity of wounds Secreting the pains of adulation Estranging the want you cannot know Acknowledging the whipping posts As ties that bind in sickness and in health Let it be us Until you tear me apart ✍🏾 'She & Hers' 📍 New London, CT, US