desire grips my heart and drips from the hot sun-soaked sidewalks and strangles the trees and pulses and pushes and pulls within me and cackles into nothing and everything and returns the echo an empty used carton and a sweltering memory of words thoughts actions feelings poured into the swooping starspecked skies like a thousand and one constellations just discovered and named after us everything's good harmony plays like the day after day after day of horoscoped landscape where everything has gone incredibly right and all of it is for you
I enjoyed this piece. It has a lot of passion. no punctuation which could be distracting for some, but I'm not a stickler for that. Maybe you could cut down on some of the ands for better flow.
Wow, the writing is on the walls and your write was VERY energetic and descriptive and flowed together like a river of Hormony, I am deffinitly looking forward to your next