92 (ii):

I added frontal motion to the story about your looks that intimidate, m’lord.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or ember
floating down to our nose level. Can you steal yourself to live no longer than your love?

No? That’s cool — creamed just for sleeping with you, blackmailed..

wandering into the new wrong theater guild

chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming

and massive parallel vistas projecting smiles and learning

O what a better term we serve —
showing up invisible. Totally insane. Libido.