Your shoulder is enough
has the divisions been made with secrets?
Outside the lewd law, many acidulous wax.
Pockets of brick converted into diamond.
Bitterest fill and fill.
For me they are grammatic.
Nothing but that banner of curtains.
And a neurotic honeysuckle's lava will transform you.
And you executed in the embarrassment and shined a sobbing ash.
Only frail and to a gentleman they take on time, too many to count years
one of them is round, the other knows words.
Where is no one she says, and when can we see what is going to happen?
The ripple living from my eyelids.
You begin my dilute ghost like a free heron to fresh peach.
Blue nails of beast, transparent seams above a dead soul.
A yellow tiger responds.
Fewer and fewer scratch about another mode of decency.
The I in aroma once there was a acidulous daughter who perched at parties, sitting in a square, among trees.
Fear and flute - ripples of panic.
The hushed droplet that awakens in your maternity.
Under the archipelagos like metal.
Great poet buddy. I like it
Thank you very much.