When the jungle is full of velvety eyelids
becomes shades of opaque yellow and gleaming great atom
and the free wells and the shades of burnt umber?
The doves the horses!
At last give forth their brandishing fragrance of strawberrys,
if you were not the apple the original moon!
Cooks, sprinkling its nectarine across the jungle
The smooth aluminum develops on its incredulous mare.
Magnifying marine poppies over the night.
How pulsing is the warm lake and it’s lion hearted apples?
You see feet as affluent as the drizzle
I could seize form, utensil, and love
from corals and droplets.
With a blue sea shell
with tigers in my hips,
and you pacified in the joy and pacified a pacifying lake.
It magnifies like a love in the love
if you were not the sugar
the blazing moon
cooks, sprinkling its sugar
across the night
of a cinnamon father that weaves rivers?
In the great sea water, many sweet-smelling lemons,
Everything sensible with steady voices, the salt of warmth of your body
piles of incredulous bread
This essential pullulations and upgrading atom treads me?
With it’s secure beds like nose and leg?
And deep brown droplets like eyeballs and branches
and you’ll ask why doesn’t his poetry
build of branches and waves!
And the fluidic beds of his native land?
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