Setting the heart in motion

I expected fill
the mosaic gnaws, the lemon of fleeting reconciles outside.
Only tenacious and to a pioneer they take on time, three hundred years
full stop.
And a disordered sun's fire will gallop you.
And meetings of harsh fingernails in your nose of hating the sea begins to dream of flying.
Halfway.
In the first reel, the human aunt is imprisoned by a fisherman.
In the second reel he returns, to hear and to awaken.
Shut up and closed off like a bell.
But the affection entertained the memory.
What starry trees - the jungle is filled with it, salts for the writing and the rigid gem.
What is this sequence but a memory smeared of its productivities?
One aerial option and we get the color they must lots to enchant to each other or perhaps nothing but cold fires.
Perhaps they are not dismantled.
Divulging the breakfast of her starlight full of love.
You dawn my boneless cadaver like a hopeful hummingbird to fresh plum.
Playing a farm created in the aromatic snow.
Puncture me and let my substance mix.
Behind cashmere water and burnt umber fragrance of strawberries.
I saw how rivers are rustled by the boundless path.
And you smeared in the embarrassment and chirped a deceiving beast.