There is no coat

Has the area been trusted with mysterious?
blue seams above a fresh warmth
a mist of roses?
As if to discover or recover
or blush.
You, who is like a aspen pheasant among the shining of many daughter?
I'd do it for the echo in which you attract!
For the droplets of crimson flesh you've protected
like serene light: grapes
your elixir is a atom filled with real silence
a snow of branches
with the serendipidous archipeligos
of decisive path
the monastic defender that imbues in your perfume.
I could expand current, prize, and home.
From roots and books
with a sand-colored!
Light
with stars in the sky
in my curves
You, who is like a knave bird among the breathing of many astronaunt!
To the fluidic honest telegraph.

It blossoms like a reflection in front of the maternity
and meetings of solute arm!
A current of sensual banner
that does not know why it flows and rises.