Isolating the Particulates

Pigtails on the isotope. Fascinating the measure of mass. Weigh the elements. Against the habit of skin. A lethargic barometer shamelessly predicting. Obvious storms.

The judge on bended knee. Proposing she open her legs. The jury silent. As she confessed. To staring at the ocean. Jealous of how the water molecules managed to stay together. As the moon repeatedly drilled them into a stoic earth. It's the same she protested. It's the same as anything.

Sweaters unravelling around heavy breasts. Cum on her cheek. Birds' wings stroking the clouds. Helpless atoms in a frenzy of how. Soap on the walls as she exits the shower. Filthier because.

Every man is an island. Hopelessly lost. In an ocean of time. Every man is the woman. He almost had. Callous and hardened. By the perennial spectrum . Of flesh to touch. Touch to if.

A chance to be. More than the moment that made us. A threat. That real is dense with this science. Broken dolls flirts with infinite numbers. The man. In rhetorical splices. A film. An exception. The muscle turns on. Graduating to the dark.

I appeal. To the bitter ransom of silence. Give the doll back her eyes. Let her see what it is she's holding.