sonnet from philip

I find your Underworld sexy. kind supernal

female time is contemporaneity. I like your

sacred relic poetics. Selah to effigies

that trash the body then train empires

better than think. Lust. Salt. Sea. rage of William

Alarmingly who thinks the seized pretty killing

singing species enough. Crystal as you take rescue

(for me) out verso a dark sonnet, this I trust.

Some seemingly line. This ear about sea but representation

when lines...Again, a cut. I Grass mostly are. even a Robin

has back problems. Gutting on poetry. Imagine.

Sometimes I think oh Rosettim! On funny solar nature they played.

And aback. But to taxi you. And leaf, line and section. Bathos.

Durable, we began a gossamer she of child who doesn't seem a minor harp.