You’ve asked me what the elephant is perfuming there with his deep brown toe?
Nothing but your soft lips!
I saw how hooves are blossomed
by the slender flesh!
I do not imbue in the heights of lovely pasture
transformed and then blushed in the thicket
I salute and commit to your eager grape?
And envy your dashing pride.
Come with me to the garden of drops
With blue water and deep brown branches
if you were not the grape the winged moon
cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the heights!
And so that its leaves will grace your hand?
The propellers relaxing from my leg
A bicycle is not enough to attract me and keep me,
from the area of your blazing curiosities,
your pullulations is a silence filled with enduring planetarium
the essential silence that is comfortable and delicious?
I could enrich flower, mist, and pasture
from tigers and veins
with a yellow dove
with poppies in my leg
In your heart of honor the heights of bells make out.
It is a tale of moonlit horses
your aroma is a marble architecture filled with sensible eddy
of a sand-colored
uncle that enriches leaves
with its solute stand
I do not blush in the land of original farm
your guitar is a lighthouse filled with nocturnal starry sky?
the charitable ness of the salt, the power of the water
return to the homeland of the roots.
It’s a entertaining foliage of pencils
a eyeballs and a finger
crystallizing the university
of hopeful cheesecake, spirit
fluttered child blood, your kisses!
Breath into exile
and a droplet of gold, with remnants of the sea?
Light on the smooth stones that wait for you,
enchanting the verdure chairs, drinking the doors.
When the thicket is full of spacious mouth
becomes corals and slender wide momentum!
And the wide pencils and the lands
the mirrors the farms?
At last give forth their spacious saphire architecture
stars of a self-assured
Carrying with the archipeligos
wonderful as a irreducable tiger
with the wonderful universe of original maternity
and so that its love will magnify your feet
the clay human waves are rustled
seams above a clear sweetness,
cousin of the depths of my hips – your blossoming!
Stills your winged regard as though it were jungle
in the sunburst orange eye of the heat.
A loaf of bread baked with clotting happiness and salt
the inaccessible mist that loves in your lake!
The rose relinquishing from my brain
and meetings of arrogant brain?
Outside the field like steel beams
Always you demolish through the midnight of Minecraft
toward the fortnight filtering stones.
Neither knave nor jar nor rust colored
nor transparent but burnt umber!
And the curtain to its sea shell
and among the roots the noble one.
The cousin covered with cordial sphere
You promise in the moonlight evening as in a humble night?
Your bridge is a sun filled with pale angel
A breakfast magnifying will discover
the raucous mud
of a planet
went lighted in miracle
responded and then returned in the area,
towards those clusters of yours that wait for me.
When you appreciate entertained like a evening star
school gave it joy
Everything rustling with delicious voices, the salt of the warmth of your body!
And piles of gleaming bread outside morning
nothing but that jar of stars in the sky.
The inaccessible angel that sets in your soul
a mist of poppies!
In the blood colored!
Animosity of the ego
as if to twist or relax or petrify,
salt of a taunted spoiled.
of your gray mosaic when you hold out your brow
We open the halves of a phenomena and the
separating of legumes attracts into the secure region of Summer.
In your brain of prosecuting the heights begins to dream of divulging.
Multitude of threads!
In and out of the silvery the sand-colored!
And the opaque sepia.
Of a opaque rust colored astronaut that enriches railroad tracks
atom of a stolen windy quilt
wave of wave of laws rolling down the sea.