Kinship to Consider
poetry
the lines, the visceral flaunting limbs, the early spring period
it’s raw, it’s bizarre, your profound individuality leaning the wall.
you write fan fiction whose subject and flavor I know not exact, but I can suppose it’s spicy because if anyone you know knew it, you’d have no other option than to recede into the abyss…
lean. constrict. loosen. speak. repeat.
fictional community living on the tip of your brain.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I shifted to a higher perspective: pre-molded characters of infinite imagery and their moderator want only love and attention and in that sort of matter of a sense I embrace your odors as my own.