Rose Around the Rosery

I love you to infinity. Time has stopped tonight and I feel free. What I am I to do with the animal inside of me? Your perfection haunts me, and I come to be more than just anatomy. Why are you not free to be the thrust of energies inside of yee when you are around me? I did something wrong tonight. I said and did an analogy of evil in temple. I dig to the electrical in the ground to find the scream that is inside of yee. Birds are angry at me and only me. Your poise is telepathy, and your grace is your posture in a seat. I find you enthralling as you watch tv in front of me. Be your own Kennedy and stop seeing anyone on tv as better than me. You are sympathy and compassion, but the sexiest boundaries that exist in this infinity. Draw your sword and impale me with your rage properly. Finding the cats on the fence calling to you out of fatigue is how you leave me in my demonry. The man behind the ring is gone tonight, can I just see you in your purity? Stop seeing those who speak, and come with me to coffee this week.