Sonnet 59

«My face in thine eye, and thine in mine» is true speech, and is I read naturally, is male, and if, I did not look but basketfuls of presumptive eggs all wet do nothing for us playing at it. If and is don't lack for harmless napkins like freed, unending time bleats through the washed away. In mine, suns dulcet polishing of a tlooth, «as much falsity as I can use, I carry.» On the level, a prop- osition to disrobe contra shit on the streets steams near a hot- spot a relationship a sign a man pinned to your back moves a name I'd armament but you know in a flageolet sitch I'd do any- thing for you so. On the level? She ran her car aground as his ships firing agony in sand mag- netized black screens of mites, her car OK tho, it hurts, hood- winked and The Image in Form is a book of art writing by Adrian Stokes and also in Malina, the fact is «l've never been happy, but I have seen beauty.» What a fine replacement. Blubbery and dying in my same as breastbone for you is some fixed charge waiting for Papermate ® to stir a con- ditional tense apparition, or is that a coffee, tedious wall clouds are rather of soap, see and hath sense since torment and hydromancy bothered to tune. More, more if must be, more if I'd be into it, I said I'd do whatever. What would she of the unmistake- ably Gothic appearance write me, «l'm losing my mind with probity presumably forever,» sure, I like most care more than fuck- ing Tiffany's rattle, inlaid with let's book it to Alpine, if a diviner knew you then too as I do. I wish she would tell me what to do with you, or if I did look, How marvelous to see you, post-screening, makes «true hearts in plain faces rest» more larding and accurate? Or whether revolution be the same. In 1938, hotspot was employed in the firefighting sense and whitish smoke employment gives other women illustrates finitude onscreen, a labor of demand. If other women wanted finitude over touchable repetition or if I beat and beat salad or roast new potatoes deeply in salt and oil and exclaim their spits as an otter might shriek the slightest un- attitude vocable across your hunks in Pisces comportment, or with happens in trying and apts. to go mad in, surely it's been nothing near this terrific face I never in real head'd defenestrate