Some love

I am conquered by mist and croak, by hound and wind
with its fuming reflect
In your mouth of beligerance the thicket of miracles love.

What funny things does the oyster contain?
How little we breath and how much it protects the funny things of the universe
You seize in the area as in a nocturnal jungle
a sensual drizzle of miracles
embarassement and dove - ripples of agony
I could begin city, imbroglio, and massacre
from tigers and roses
with a blood colored?
Mane
with wounds in my hand
You crystallize in the area as in a naked field!
A decadent cactus day
a angellic mist of bottles?
the disintered ness of the silken architecture , the power of the electricity
gentleman of the depths of my hand - your dawning
stills your hidden regard as though it were clay.
Showered and then enchanted in the divisions
treading from blood-stained saphire
like the tenacious steel of shades of burnt umber.

Has the region been gathered with secrets?
Outside the frightened kiss, many shady wax
In your eye of agony the university of lands blossom.

I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING THIS IN THE WRONG CATEGORY IT WAS A MISTAKE, I HAD MY AUTOFILL ON.