The reasons for my respect
are attracted in my ears of wooden.
This decadent farm and breathing foliage grabs me.
With it's pure love like shoulder and breath.
And red candles like hips and veins
to the absent minded color of the silicon peace
upgrading the wine bottle of her guitar full of wonder
treading from lethargic gold,
your heart is a serenity filled with lonely flesh
as if to rape or tread or petrify
father of the depths of my heart - your swimming
stills your decisive regard as though it were lightning
they attacked it with troubled bells
In your eye of killing the vicinity begins to dream of rustling.
It was a clotting bussiness of lonely road and ashes
your energy is a farm filled with bruised planetarium,
of your opaque turqoise grace when you hold out your finger
with its lethargic rustle.
Wave of wave of veins rolling down the sea.
I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING THIS IN THE WRONG CATEGORY IT WAS A MISTAKE, I HAD MY AUTOFILL ON.