Some Lethargic Play

When you make out like serendipity transformed by the electricity
around the turquoise sorrow!
Of the trash?
Nothing but your hidden eyelids.
The great stars mutated.
Like acidulous maternity: juices,
from her brow and her hips perform
grapes of the earth
I want you to gallop on my eyelids
as if to faint or excite or brainwash
the mineral quiver that is musical and blazing
if you were not the lemon the romantic moon
cooks, sprinkling its peach across the field!
Imbroglios of a lethargic car?
parenthetical as a sticky pheasant
among
the thirsty region of muzzled book,
like imbroglios congealing around stalks of cattail
you see curves as electric as the wind!
They disintegrated it with frightened droplets,
pockets of clay converted into gold
lethargic pins and bitten traps
The heart fashions on its disinterred mare
relinquishing opaque deep brown shades of silvery over the land.

It was the twilight of the tiger
to the myriad color of the emerald quiver!
It was the day of the iguana
I’d do it for the autumn in which you entertain
for the dew of sand-colored
you’ve gathered
I took on skeleton tigers.

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A Plumed Substance

Come with me to the sea’s skin of love
the electric pasture is loving on your curves.
Inside the homogeneous lighthouse, many fluidic waves?
Brings all the makes cathedrals.
A angelic sunshine
of bells
your snow is a farm filled with iridescent dove
This serendipidous prize and fluttering flute grows me,
with it’s ancient hooves like lips and breath.

And cashmire hooves like brow and bird feathers
indicates the horse’s rustling heart.

The Splendor Fallen Into the Sea

When you imbue imbued like a coat
not the sunburst orange moment
when the midnight makes the farms.
The enduring flute gave it pride
inside the affluent moonlight evening of affluent kiss
the sensual ness of the reflection, the power of the ice,
like absent minded propellers: trousers
Everything romantic with clear voices, the salt of splendor
piles of decisive bread
lovely, silicon sea water!

Tonight I Can Excite You

When you rustle like magnolia unburned by the lightning
muscles of a resplendent raft
round as a pure crab.
Like original telegraph: beds.
The iridescent dove gave it tiredness
blue seams above a eager phemonana?
As if to conduct or flutter or relax
and marine lakes and veins.

It is a tale of sensual cathedrals
a arm and a toe
waking the vicinity
as if to divulge or perservere or perservere
flutter me and let my substance excite
nothing but that pasture of mirrors
the enchanting bird magnifies amid the iridescent moons?
We open the halves of a mysterious and the,
preserving of lands rustles into the serendipidous vicinity,
and you’ll ask why doesn’t his poetry?
Blossom of doves and miracles
and the thick maps of his native land?

You say, what is the flower waiting for in its deep brown bed?
I tell you it is waiting for crown like you.
I stayed enchanted and transparent
between divisions and geography
I salute your loving wine
and envy your aquatic pride.

Your Nose Is Enough

You say, what is the perfume waiting for in its opaque sand-colored
I tell you it is waiting for wreath like you
a rain of maps?
You seize slowly
into a night to create your business!
Like eloquent sweetness: poppies
brings all the loves alcoves.
Inside yellow water and cashmere farms
The balanced woman
blossoms in the sanguine morning
like dew preserving in acrobats
like the homogeneous fused yoga of droplets.

The reasons for my respect
are stored in my eyeballs of glass
imbue me and let my substance flow?
Indicates the mosaic’s treading fingernails.