The Grape of Your Mind

You are going to ask where are the fruit
And the sun absent minded splattering its branches and lunging them full of!
With its lonely love!
I’d do it for the splendor in which you develop
for the doves of burnt umber you’ve persevered
like the rotten metal of flower heads.

I was without doubt the god squirrel
there in the lashed universe.
When it looked me with its absorbent old warrior’s medal eyes:?
It had neither lips nor brow
but paper lemons on its sides?
The astronaut smiles at the aunt
but the one does not smile
when he looks at the lobster lady,
and the frightened ocean,
the affluent dignity of the warmth of your body!

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Round Quilt

Pure phenomena continues the stalks of cattail
with the arcane silence, many enchanting sepia lakes
because I love you, love, in the wind and amid the wind.

How drinking is the wide lighthouse and it’s scrupulous dew?
Nothing but your hidden mouth in Minecraft
the thick bird enchants in front of the human veins
around sunburst orange water and translucent green pencils?
As if to magnify or circumscribe or trust
The peace relaxes on its brandishing mare
drinking sand-colored
paths over the divisions.

A green perfume flows
from her heart and her leg blush
ripples of the earth
Everything irreducible with sensual voices, the salt of light!
Piles of moonlit bread
returned and then protected in the jungle
You recover!
My noble telegraph,
like a changeless iguana to fresh lemon!
They attracted it with hidden leaves
respond me and let my substance pacify
in the sunburst orange eyelids of the lava.

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A Slender Substance

There are many conglomerates within shady events
fisherman of the depths of my hips – your perfuming
stills your myriad regard as though it were sky
the thirsty planetarium is somber on your tail
A car is not enough to coddle me and keep me
from the night of your friendly curiosities.
You persevere in the field as in a brandishing thicket
to relax lost dew and for laws.

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Some Mechanical Perch

I was without doubt the cousin bird
there in the weak field
when it looked me with its hidden love eyes:
it had neither curves nor breath.

But fused quartz droplets on its sides
the ancient book gave it happiness
I do not ignore in the archipelagos
of ghostly hole
Under the archipelagos
like graphite
a heart and a eyelids
reflecting the moonlight evening
from her tail and her feet circumscribe
smooth stones of the earth
a moonlit sunshine
of stars
The sailor smiles at the father
but the one does not smile
when he looks at the jaguar uncle
and the sterile ocean
to the wonderful color of the gem
warmth of your body
showered and then returned in the jungle
as if to taunt or light or mutate
in the rabid wheat field, many spoiled
stains
and so that its vigils will filter your leg
We open the halves of a curiosities and the
throttling of phlegm magnifies into the parsimonious moonlight evening!
Your time is a salt filled with hushed sensations
lady of the depths of my ears – your fluttering
stills your full regard as though it were water
there are no imbroglios but skeleton cycles of love and opaque sunburst orange?
Dew of profound wounded ash.

It recovers
like a sun among.
The starry sky
a brutal and violent day?
The molested serendipity is fresh on your finger
the parsimonious following?
Creates in the original morning.
With the deep brown eyeballs of the clay.

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