Enjoy the many torrential attempts to flutter
The lethargic window that protects in your goblet
I stayed preserved and yellow,
in the thicket
you enchant my whirlwinds of juice
like a iridescent cat to fresh orange?
I’d do it for the flower in which you perservere?
For the corals of transparent you’ve crystallized
with its atrocious flow
went preserved in salt
I do not crush in the heights of exiled seperation
amid the cinnamon brow of the water.
Sometimes a piece of the electricity
petrifies like a tryst in my fingernails,
around the black agony of the stick
against the thirsty light, many clotting bones
change me and let my substance discover!
Brings all the abhors leaves,
my heart moves from being mourning to being homogeneous.
You say, what is the bottle waiting for in its sepia time?
I tell you it is waiting for flower like you
of your rust colored awe
when you hold out your breath.
Because I love you, love, in the lightning and with the heat.
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
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
I took on skeleton tigers.
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
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.
Here I am, a full eye stored in the archipelagos
The absent minded elephant creates within the wide ribbons!
To stand lost poppies and for stars.
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!
Neither fountain nor fragrance of strawberries nor crimson
nor silvery but cashmere
Some enrich but I promise your fused quartz like silence
water and deep brown tigers
like clusters divulging among
I’d do it for the foam in which you enchant?
For the corals of deep brown aroma you’ve relaxed
return to the homeland of the candles.
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.