SUITING

A rival had been attempting a takeover of the mannerisms by which his love's affections had been achieved. Undue emphasis could be placed. Many things argued that a wholeness lately had shown a way of doing all business that might let joke meet relevant joker. Slow meandering would scrap whichever doubts constantly clung. The main battle stayed as viable as were any ancillary scraps. Each contender knew she wore the clothes that best might suit the greatest predilections for a domesticity that eventually might materialize and matter. Her eyes had fiery greenness that spoke volumes. Each ardent lover had a glance that drippily drove a wedge that would let her thoughts grasp values that are part of wakened worldly quests. Several suitcases but few suits were in the wings. The evening had begun its falling and was signaling. Blackbirds had green bills that were giving the nocturnal breezes a hint of how sassafras quickly will bite the various triangles of dew. Love had found its own best intensities and was craving a drink. The wooings recommenced their various new approaches to the old amatory quest. She was sensing that her attractiveness almost had the dynamism of a book of rhetorical flourishes. Her pursuers carefully were folding the same dreams they previously might have sent some slow moans and some slower marginalia. The ambiences contained evidences. The evidences were extruders of silent ambiences. Dogs were in the distance. Cats were distant. Parakeets gave dogmatical little critiques. The various actors formed a nodule whose dimensions might reserve an extra row of excellent spectative benches. The primary style had grown and was in the league of wistful tragedy. Girl had met boy; girl again had met boy; girl now was encountering the strong reflection of female desire for a sandwich that still might offer a smacking of the ways oceans are capable responders. Slushy cries were heard. The suitors had augmented many incomes. Those had had five figures. Each suitor internally stressed the necessity for balanced offering of annual germinative husking. Three aloof eyes had prefigured the way love now might gather good hunches and rescind sundry swift statutes. Old answers were showing. Glowing reports might hold a rather tense wire that could foreshadow prognoses that might augur mutable predictions. True tempests had grimaced and gone. The ardent people suddenly showed signs and wielded the greatest banners. As sly as avalanches were some torrid exchangings of mindless memorable forms of loose language and of accompanying facial collaborative increases. The floor had assumed a quite perfect pinkness; the hollyhocks were burning the parts that had been trashy and true. Spectators were as rife as any other creations. The youngish feminine grew no mustache. She likewise was no drawing person. The ceiling looked static. Each suitor had a moment in which to primp.