She wed so with an inchoate knowledge of the incidental cacophony of hills.
She asked to be called "inchoate". I said "Ache & Co."
With the rift of only came other. I spread the extra honey on my feet.
She showed me how to incite heart from electrical silhouettes, sawed thru my darkroom, said
how do you know till you throw it? She'll cry anything homing device.
She became so undersigned and the motion she mot smote me. Each world a rose in name.
I could stray up forays. I could enumerate the love meant all over her slip.
The pane of these sheets, want's one-way.
I am cast in her like a monument of hum.