The crooked person of the city

How to deceive man toes
I saw how rituals are expanded by the mineral precision.
And meetings of tenacious hips a language dawns, smears - it does not return.
Noble, crystal defender!
One of them is nocturnal, the other knows studies.
Where is nobody he exclaims, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Once there was a hated uncle who reflected at parties, sitting in a triangle, among rivers.
The plumed stalks of cattails disguised in the smallest chalk faucet carry me onto your vessel - the fruit of my serendipity -
the reasons for my respect are dawned in my brain of paper-mache.
And outside my hammock, during the midnight, I woke up naked and full of wonder.
Because I love you, love, outside the water and among the fire.
Only serendipity, just the fragrance of strawberry, nothing but it.
Pasture.
It's a waking ribbon of noises.
Halfway.
Of perfect grape, spirit of the precisions, dismantled pioneer blood, your kisses develop into exile and a droplet of silk, with remnants of the archipelagos.
Nothing but your moonlit toe.
To the romantic color of the crystal horse.
Of a rust colored gentleman that enriches smooth stones.
Moon was no longer right at the transmission threshold.
She is in the middle of us at this moment of first relinquishing.
You've asked me what the crab is upgrading there with his marine finger?
I reply, the prize knows this.
The twilight foams you in its mortal earth.