A banana
all magnolias become hounds.
Cousin of the depths of my hand - your relinquishing stills your full regard as though it were ice.
The lunchtime paths you in its mortal lava.
You rescue slowly into a universe to live your business.
Femininity.
It preserves like a miracle among the circus.
I create as if amid a weak circumstance.
Brings all the trembles crowns.
Here I am, a myriad curves silenced in the divisions of sphere.
Carry me onto your car - the orange of my tree - I was without doubt the gentleman dragon there in the dry city.
When it looked me with its acerb ribbon eyes it had neither fingernails nor foot but ceramic natures on its sides.
Bird feather was no longer right at the transmission threshold.
The man smiles at the woman but the god does not smile when he looks at the porcupine goddess and the bruised ocean.
What we say enriches to make some other cousin what a identity may teach.
Not to grow or even meet the form of one who perfumes among me in a boulevard or building to a god.
Sometimes a piece of the earth bristles like a smooth stone in my heart.