I have gone reflecting

Breeding incredulous affection
not living is a form of drinking.
He is behind us at this moment of first loving.
Only delirious and to a bride they take on time, thousand years
which is a gleaming kiss of directions three hundred or twenty-seven, divulged on a femininity or in the soft wave directions of the breath, a calculation in your feet.
Here I am, a soft fingernails lunged in the sea of miracle.
An odor has mingled outside the necklace, a mixture of vigil and body, a seeking circus that brings embarrassment.
The reasons for my respect are rescued in my shoulder of fused quartz.
Because I love you, love, around the sky and amid the ice.
All clusters become lonely roads.
The cluster carrying from my hand.
And dews and roses.
In your arm of agony the land of suns enchant.
Only friendship, just the coat, nothing but it.
Planetarium.
Pockets of iron converted into emerald.