Chirpy Dirges
(AppreCJ8n, 0.41: Cexay)
 
Sillier than the scrollformatof instructions on 'howta unrollan involuted document'  
are detacheddays of unlovingglories, lonesomnolent and laborious, were ingloriously  
silly corpora vilia. There's answers there when i hitchup Our covers,
clothes of Our bed, when Herawayfromwhomthereisno heroflight, 
Her of light, maidflesh wherein's mercifully stirring not even a merciful breastmouse, 
my maewestern firstfloorfriend and stertorous chickadee, partlyblanketed is treading                                                                       blinks, zeez.
i see o 'neath the clobber of Our crib, the source and cure of war and race and                                                   overheating: his 'n' hers.
i'lllook outfor chrimbopudicingtufted oldies now, for i presume a superannuatedsupermodel pair
of deiparous derehamdotards, these Your parents madam 
- tho' like anyoneelse couldn't be as tremendidgiously dazzladizing as You. And i'll                                                                                                               carebout
other payrents' littloes too, cozdittoo - don't stone my bricks 'n' mortar tho',
 
i'm only a peoplephile.
Neophyte ta niceness that fuggin' figgivin' gig, for all and someonedry even
some ones not someone's someone they're so dry, so we're not all asundry - i'd pat a
politician i'm that peoplishy now i'm one two. But youpeople wouldn't be for me if there wasn't
  Cee. i'll even try otherpeople's ideas outwith outdanglingthem over the sarcasm - that Love 
might be clever is most diamondminded mensadighted brillustrous bulb
amongst these, my goldenfizzwizard fox Cee's. Another's loveliness wouldbe 
quogwinkle as keats's corn or plainsalien on a sea of scorn, ailing plains all land sun                                                                                                                                   dries. 
 
Another lovelinotlikely i 
love love love Her lovely bedbreath kisstractive; 
Her crinklycranny hot oxters with femininely minimised follicularpepper; 
Her schwingschwayers dingalingrigidifying, bigsquidgid bonus bosom; 
Her diminuative-
ly rotating buns, lil' free and fatty fractionaljiggle of Her bum. 
Slinky chunk halfradius ofwhich i kinkyconvulsively orspasmically 
cheekpincer. i'm not a calipervert, justferociouslyfelicitously clenching
Your delicute generally unjellied booty, Your benchbuffer. 
Whether 
fullfrot or backta Our bathdaysuits all buttonhole,
as a loveslave i slaverover 
 
bonky bounty of sublimely slirm 'n' fim yet
bounCeejay. Rubenesque albumenwhisked swerverting of Y'arse 
is semiskimplausibly lissome voluptuism, from white waist out and inagain 
where Your white pins underpin cheeks, the convex herohips of Your sheroic sex 
aren't manlyminiscule demigadgie lineal, butt masterstroke arse arc, 
rear swell lil' hill, arcuate arse at which genetic pencil excells.
The hourglass of Our Lass,  nah wower ass of Mygirl, 
a careerkaputnikknell eraserhead shiva ta natureescapers of vorticism. 
Ceeplease slaverover 
 
Yer loveslave! iador'also Her imperfect circulation - for those cool fingertips! Of Her
tender pincer, in a bellcoilingly belaccoil boonof brilllustytrust it doescatch  
my sensualsorenessseeking cromercrabmeatchromacrotchcosh. 
Next, whynot transubstantiate it a holygod of lollypops in your Dollygob? 
Or it'll mortal curl closeted in my mackintosh undernowt 'cept an onanary rosette.
Say We shallfall in a sweetrepose of good hard love fiftythousand times over,
that upt'and beyondOur gretna evergreen no goldenwe'redone, we become 
exponentially attached, notonlyby ma wabwebshooter's sementation silv'ring 
Your belly 'n' elbowies 'n' armpities 'n' chebs 'n' choosh
- tasomething solid, daring, solidariTwo solidas each other feeling the other is feeling. 
Say thru that We'll see thru snapping biting grittedteethspitroast finity, 
nick solidacious todayness
from the brieffeverish faroffdaze before th'ozymanday, with perma pinup peterpanache 
 
with tina turner toner. i don't anything You apart from all the oojacumspiff things You.
i levy an amnesty t'annul my hatred's devildeifying spontaneity, no father son or helly                                                                                                                         guest 
of hoteliarlyre now i am nesty. Fornow blahblahbard's recharged 'pon theheavenly                                                                                     predictability
in golden den o' sympatickle motions We go
thru Twogev, like two cosmic prospectors in uniscan expanning nugso' luv from 
revers' o' loif - ouse of ouzo, danube o' deathchaffic, liffeyof dresdensizzledrizzle, 
pilcomayo ofpank ache ice... Discover everyday's rarity everyday whatYousay -                                                                                          whatYousay is 
halftouch, Yer touch touch lice alltheeveryway nice anyway. Cee, the hello-
businessside of my shyness izjuzmy shybiz busying 
selfit's selflets in slyly shy showiness,
but whenisay whatYousay makes me think,
 
slyly, o' Your neat nonjowled slit,
i do so in  characteristically infernal earnestness. Helldew in ecstasis,
not solely ta snare snatchthesnakesnack, 
naughtyknowledgeinthebiblicalsense;
naughtyperchance persuade Ya int'a 
manumissionary position, 
ah frigging natural congress 
of feeling eachother their freer, free ta unfake,
ta rise in selfexpression like the white rose onlywhitehope 
outside munichuni or munichwaitrose. 
But unlike die weise jungend endunguphangen, it's safe 
for love ta listen in noughties britain.
 
But sometimes love just wants ta look,
cozyououjusthavetalookat Cee ta see Her revvy bod's ravissant!
Andijusthavetalookat Cee and i'm transfixed,
tramp fixed by aliver lyre's territory 
within gorgeous globous rose of Her pate.
Warm 'n' cool, protean and conciliatory
Benign Mind of my Sauceesoulmate, 
like archetypal maymorning of skylarkanarchy, 
and typepools of naiads frolicking in fountains 
of the happy strain, persephonic forecast 
sprong 'pon weathermancer percymichaelfyssheshelley.
Tho' i'd crashona skerry in a skillyo' skelly-
eyed skeggers, 
iffromthere my oscheal saturnfive,
well, saturnsevenandahalfonapfizerbluemoonday
might reliftoff t'arrivewith reliefon
Your dairy planets.