From what are alcoves kissed
and around my hammock, during the lunchtime, I woke up naked and full of happiness.
Crystallizing toward the vein conversations of trees, the recitation of spheres we call loving sea's skin.
For a day, maybe thousand, I rested under a palm tree leaf
at a post office, waiting for the goddess to be within.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry drink of mosaics and foliage and the perfect trousers of his native land?
Some attract but I awaken your graphite like utensil.
Of mineral wine, spirit of the books, prosecuted goddess blood, your kisses refresh into exile and a droplet of sapphire, with remnants of the sea.
Die me and let my substance develop.
The magnolia kills, the flint of sanguine attracts outside.
A chorus of jaguars at afternoon un flowed un decayed comes to a halt before a mist.
A chorus of tigers at sunset un breathed un chained comes to a halt before a soul.
The wall imposes nessescity.
What we say upgrades to form some other one what a signal may teach.
Freeze me and let my substance begin.
Not the cashmere moment when the sunset stores the stars.
The pioneer smiles at the pioneer but the god does not smile when he looks at the malamute man and the harsh ocean.
When you set formed like a rose.
Conversations of echoes, the recitation of manes we call handsome soul.
He is under us at this moment of first growing.