...
...
She breaks today; a prism fragile, shudders relucent for a moment, sheltering privation's whimsy to bear the bent-wild fruit of its diaphony --seems remote enough to serenade flesh flies into this womb--
...............transience: her mouth on his cock; to play devil's waltz with eyes of an evil Liszt. Not sheltered, but virile in his own neck juices,
........................and torso the high-
collared transience that spills
..................................torque from jugular.
[She broke, passing away the moment he turned up an angry Christ, casting away love-nots; had nothing to do with spring, nor wind. Had Hungarian lilacs wilted their lands, May buzzards gasped for bazigars and gypsy moths, she may have uncovered an intricately-laid scratch of face--final flash of imperfection]
.................He plays on, mistressing her curls vagabond with Budapest in his eyes.
..............................................Oh. The wane is evidence he has lips.
So easily
one would
......................break
for the sound
of a
fallen
angel.