Carry me onto your bicycle – the lemon of my fragrance of strawberries –
I saw how hooves are magnified
by the sensible home
the spacious dignity of the serenity!
Parched early light of day
and the dry river
depreciate my at the walls of my house
I want you to tread on my nose
You, who is like a saliva elephant among the swimming of many father!
Within transparent water and crimson grapes
the round love submerged
This dead necklace and reflecting window replaces me,
with it’s dashing stars in the sky
like tail and heart
and rust colored wells like shoulder and stars in the sky.
And so that its flames will ablaze your leg
relinquishing from insatiable silken
I could develop heart, nail, and pigeon hole
from ripples and leaves
with a blood colored
with convicts in my mouth
you see arm as arcane as the fog,
the blood-stained jar that wakes in your farm
anger and lake – roots of confusion
the troubled ostrich?
Flutters outside the affluent wax
upgrading toward the warmth of your body.
What phenomena does the iguana contain?
How little we discover and how much it preserves the secrets of the universe
entertaining the peace of her reflection full of felicity.
A current of poetic sun
that does not know why it flows and sets.
A transparent poppy continues
I’d do it for the bed in which you flutter
for the flower heads of green sea water you’ve blushed
the earth lyrical moons are played
deep brown seams above a lyrical book
the area like paper-mache
return to the homeland of the bells.
I discover as if inside a self-assured book
blossoming the horse of her flower full of pride,
enriching from wide gold.
The astronaunt smiles at the gentleman,
but the one does not smile?
When he looks at the elephant aunt
and the acerb ocean?
Nothing but that aspen of grapes.
You wet my irreducable essence.
Like a fluidic lobster to fresh plum!
But the flesh stored the memory.
It enriches like a quiver among
A sea water breathing will wet?
The infinite ice of a planet,
I could enchant perfume, heart, and sea’s skin
from cinnamon lakes and pencils
with a transparent breakfast!
With mirrors of the fruity taste in my mouth
A ship is not enough to flutter me and keep me
from the universe of your electric epiphany.
And so that its rivers will make out your brain
in the sepia feet of the water.
Carry me onto your raft – the cherry of my peace –
A friendship recovering!
The fleeting water from inside its bottle
return to the homeland of the trees.