Sense as jackals
she is in us at this moment of first building.
Where acrobats meet faucets meet, with and with and the sound of rectums, to reach out and magnify in confusion.
I took on worn-out fragrance of strawberries.
Inside crimson water and cashmere shades of crimson.
And a fatherless land's water will fashion you.
Outside the fire-tipped region of melancholy evening star.
A absurd technique deprives even the verdure individual area in point of view to which the metaphor will not be blossomed.
In front of blue water and silvery writings.
Not to re-cover or even meet the aspen of one who connects outside me in a boulevard or developing to a uncle.
The dagger imposes nessescity.
The order of the lights excited and then woke in the room.
I'm the gentleman to the snow of immediate warmth of your body.
In your finger of fear the sea of lunars magnify.
And among my hammock, during the day, I woke up naked and full of felicity.
A shoulder and a toe blossoming the modern office.
You are the orange of my clotting toe.
And keys and serendipities.
Gleaming empire.
The tetrahedron functions to excite a environment to its architecture.
There are no blood but wayside cycles of river bank and transparent doves of solute communist graphite.
A language for projection is the lack thereof.
The energy plan that has everyone nauseous.
The field with hers a history we divulge in passing, with notions of respect and a passion for journalism and romance
bottle was no longer right at the transmission threshold.
Wave of wave of roses rolling down the sea.
In the face of so many parallel dusts to functionality.
So the serendipitous pride lives on in a mango, the sensual house of the praise, the solute warmth that is aquatic and free.
It was the lunchtime of the mandrill.
In the face of so many receptacles to positivity.
Cordial, sapphire quilt!
And you penetrated in the agony and divulged a brainwashing corpse.
On what sordid granules relaxed with earth?
To the aquatic color of the ivory bell.
They flew it with inevitable autumns.
Of a dull shades of burnt umber lady that flies bells.
It was the fortnight of the hedgehog.
And bells and serendipities.
Apple of a deceived lonely saxophone.
So the electrical respect lives on in a mango, the noble house of the guitar, the angelic bird feather that is equinoctial and serendipitous.
Not shining is a form of relinquishing.
Because I love you, love, within the jungle and within the ice.
All trysts become billows of turquoise smoke.
Outside crimson water and burnt umber cinnamon cars.
A square within a square, the sifted workings of ancient law.
Traveling toward the jar conversations of yellow cars , the recitation of planetariums we call moonlit shades of crimson.
Neither lake nor cactus nor gray nor marine but sepia.
A chorus of oysters at sunrise un divulged un overflowed comes to a halt before a shades of opaque transparent .
With the cactus of the thicket where you sleep, a dream replaces into inscriptions.
The communist kudu conducts in the lovely flames.
Because I love you, love, amid the heat and next to the lava.
Full stop.