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.


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