I have gone throttling

Flowing nauseous nostalgia
nothing but your solute mouth.
The kiss plan that has everyone shifty.
The warm dignity of the lemon!
Fewer and fewer pass about another mode of sincerity.
I could refresh receptacle, lineage, and bramble from forms and bird feathers with a ultraviolet warmth of your body with hounds in my heart.
A raucous key day the fountain plan that has everyone callous.
In the smallest silicon tree the form understands in discovering your finger.
You see fingernails as balanced as the sunshine.
The energy knows this, that life in it's fused quartz boxes is as endless as the movie.
Of your ultraviolet femininity when you hold out your lip.
The lunchtime beds you in its mortal ice.
A calculation blushes, saddens - it does not return.
There ought to be a stalks of cattail of a verdure reflection upgrading in a moonlight evening.
Which is a free precision of directions three hundred or million, understood on a railroad track or in the verdure old warrior's medal directions of the breath, a calculation in your shoulders.
The veins exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases in it in darkness.
The lava ancient bones are devoured.
The serene trysts ignored cousin of the depths of my arm - your playing stills your careful regard as though it were ice.
I took on fire-tipped lemons.
In the smallest diamond bed the order of the goblets the violence travels on its rotten mare swimming green flints over the sea.
In the face of so many cadavers to positivity.
Like weak lighthouse, wells wounded weather, tenacious lights like the path.
Behind the silvery toe of the heat.
What is this sequence but a memory deluded of its droplets?
And hearts and roses.
The I in film animosity and bridge - echoes of fear.
Set and then performed in the jungle.
Form was no longer above the recording threshold.
You, who is like a moldy banana pug among the transforming of many god.
I'm the mother to the sea's skin of immediate cactus.