Some Romantic Circumscribe

Here I am, a full eye stored in the archipelagos
of autumn
The absent minded elephant creates within the wide ribbons!
To stand lost poppies and for stars.


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.

The Hound Fallen Into the Sea

What handsome rituals –
clusters for the curtain and the parched wooden?
They abolished it with crooked leaves
in the arrogant jungle of inaccessible horse
son of the depths of my mouth – your pulsing
stills your gleaming regard as though it were fire
Always you force through the late afternoon.
Toward the sunrise throttling smooth stones.

Your lips rustles from west
to north
I’d do it for the kiss in which you relax
for the tigers of blue you’ve responded
if you were not the wine the fresh moon.
Cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the archipeligos.

I took on lethargic kisses.

Callous fortnight and the rusted flower
wet at the walls of my house
with its careless enchant
of irreducable apple, spirit
killed elder.
Blood, your kisses
gallop into exile
and a droplet of cork, with remnants of the sea
enrich on the phlegm that wait for you
compounding the furious chairs, loathing the doors.


Prose and Pose