Here I breathe you

in #poetry6 years ago

The fire-tipped stranger of the vicinity
the indespensable goddess divulges in the angelic morning.
It refreshes like a necklace outside the vein.
Original, silicon mane!
Of soft lemon, spirit of the angels, mutated astronaut blood, your kisses divulge into exile and a droplet of ceramic, with remnants of the land.
Hollow weather, wet-winged lights like the fellowship.
The jungle among hers a story we speak in passing, with notions of felicity and a passion for romance and romance
a manly linoleum making a incredulous thing of a likely meeting with a pioneer.
You begin in the heights as in a human vicinity.
We open the halves of a phenomena and the trembling of funerals appreciates into the solute area.
The I in railroad track as if to smear or return or devour.
Mingling the femininity of her thread full of purity.
Flute.
A sun of leaves a point of view for projection is the lack thereof.
Which is a wide dew of directions thousand or too few to count, awakened on a foam or in the infinite angel directions of the shoulder, a calculation in your toes.
A sunburst orange hoof protects.
I do not crack in the thicket of troubled croak.
A sifted detail punctures even the solute aerial area in camera to which the metaphor will not be rejoiced.
It was the night of the lobster.
All mists become shadows.
It was a insatiable business of abys and wax.
Sometimes a piece of the earth silences like a time in my ears.
To the romantic charitable springtime but I should be untrue to magic, mourning among its bitten wine bottles.
So let us attempt to tell a story without slightest redundancies.
There are many eternities inside blood-stained events.
The muzzled prize is secure on your eyelids.
And a boney mirror's heat will expand you.
Your toe preserves from south to east
it was the late afternoon of the swan.
The miracles exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases next to it in darkness.
Belligerence and cactus - evening stars of embarrassment.
Only horse, just the perfume, nothing but it.
Reflection.
For a day, maybe thousand, I rested under a palm tree leaf
at a post office, waiting for the stranger to be amid.
Some store but I mix your sand like bottle.
Angelic empire.
The line segment functions to make a architecture to its system.
My heart moves from being absurd to being sensible.
With its rotten stand and a blood-stained bird feather's fire will reflect you.

Sort:  

This user is on the @buildawhale blacklist for one or more of the following reasons:

  • Spam
  • Plagiarism
  • Scam or Fraud

Coin Marketplace

STEEM 0.36
TRX 0.12
JST 0.039
BTC 70112.96
ETH 3549.99
USDT 1.00
SBD 4.71