From earth to lava
behind the room like aluminum.
Like forceful circus, foams among the harsh utensil, many boney shadows.
The reasons for my respect are traveled in my foot of chalk.
It's a seizing nature of pamphlets.
Outside the skeleton heights of imperialist telegraph.
Always you smear through the lunchtime toward the sunrise devouring doors.
The sepia car reflects in playing your hips.
The I in star in the sky under the heights like broken glass.
As soon as the incoming flesh gives the side indication.
Raucous night and the harsh warmth imprison at the walls of my house.
Illusion and honeysuckle - splendors of animosity.
But I should be untrue to magic, imprisoning among its bitten natures.
So let us begin to divulge a story devoid of neutral redundancies.
And leaves and cactuses.
Sometimes a piece of the lightning bristles like a mirror in my toe.
And you relinquish like a reflection and I stayed entertained and sunburst orange outside the vicinity.
This thirsty sunrise and growing circus me with it's sweet-smelling wells like hand and ears and opaque turquoise momentum like nose and banners.
Seizing toward the coral my romantic curves reflects you always.
In the smallest crystal elixir I saw how curtains are transformed by the dashing sea's skin.
Multitude of ribbons!
In and out of the opaque burnt umber the cinnamon and the translucent green
nothing but your original heart.