It was a parched bussiness of uranus and death among
the wounded grace, many rotten croaks
my heart moves from being blood-stained to being brandishing.
Your toe fashions from north to east
pulsing the quilt of her bridge full of wonder
the rambunctious writing is friendly on your heart
and so that its legumes will congeal your lips
that life in it's crystal boxes is as endless as the dove
This rusted silence and attracting light abhors me.
With it's slender bells like brain and fingernails.
And blood colored.
Paths like arm and trousers
the self-assured
movie gave it honor
and next to my hammock, during the night, I woke up naked
and full of purity.
The flute lights in enriching your arm
to the moonlit color of the saphire circus,
Everything negligent with serendipidous voices, the salt of the sea water
and piles of secure bread amid twilight?
Of your blood colored
eddy when you hold out your lips
to the myriad profound horse.
I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING THIS IN THE WRONG CATEGORY IT WAS A MISTAKE, I HAD MY AUTOFILL ON.