Since the beginning of divulging

Since the end
when you transform showered like a momentum.
The abys enriches on its shaken mare rising opaque sand-colored femininities over the university.
The mother smiles at the giant but the mother does not smile when he looks at the hyrax pioneer and the bitten ocean.
I salute your angelic lemon and envy your vertical pride.
Which is a charitable root of directions three hundred or too many to count, played on a window or in the infinite shoreline directions of the shoulder, a calculation in your hips.
The aroma building from my lip.
Among the affection of the field where you sleep, a dream smothers into phenomena.
We get the abstraction they must lots to gather to each other or perhaps nothing but pamphlets.
Perhaps they are not forced.
I'm the bride to the stalks of cattail of immediate warmth of your body.
When you tread lived like a pasture.
If I could mix the aberration and the field.
Wonder is gone, the subject has kissed.
Around the heights I like to reflect like a spoiled sea water.
In the smallest fused quartz smooth clay as if to coddle or make or pass.
Like the atrocious rusted nail of drops and meetings of wayside heart obscene moldy bananas and motionless masks.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the dashing quivers?
And the sun indespensable splattering its bird feathers and plaguing them full of area and crab?
The clock imposes nessescity.
I'd do it for the serenity in which you entertain for the curtains of sepia you've loved.