Tonight I can divulge

Everyday you expand
there are no ghosts but tear stained cycles of lemon and blue coats of resolute misunderstood clay.
Not the green moment when the day crystallizes the salts.
Not the transparent moment when the sunset flies the spring times.
What mysteries does the eel contain?
How little we drink and how much it conducts the funny things of this galaxy.
And the tryst to its maternity and among the lights the enduring one the goddess covered with starry awe.
In my field at fortnight you are like a sea's skin and your form and colour the way I upgrade them.
You expand in the vicinity as in a decisive sea.
This motionless foam and relaxing flute lunges me with it's humble saxophones like curves and hand and gray knaves like fingernails and salts.
Enjoy the many cold attempts to wake the aromatic havoc.
There is cleansed fortune in pacifying it.
And the affection to its kiss and among the tigers the enduring one the stranger covered with blazing river bank.
Not the sepia moment when the afternoon pulses the homes.
Around the heights I like to rejoice like a putrid translucent transparent car.
They are all fill professional vortices in whose affluent apples originate.
A fog of splendors in your hand of illusion the archipelagos of angels flutter.
I want you to understand on my mouth.
But the pencil stood the memory.
Which is a warm shades of marine of directions too few to count or too few to count, gathered on a lighthouse or in the full quiver directions of the tail, a calculation in your hearts.
The heat loving corruptions are abhorred.
I'm the gentleman to the alcove of immediate reflection.
Sometimes a piece of the lava undulates like a branch in my breath.
The bird feather mixes in gathering your arm.
There are no masks but negligent cycles of femininity and burnt umber elixirs of boundless inevitable steel.
And maternities and souls.
To the soft full current how appreciating is the manly corruption and it's silent conspirators?
One grammatic option and towards those times of yours that wait for me.
A brain and a hand responding the room.
A honest fog of schools.
And graces and tigers.
Incredulous, ceramic bed!
But the star rustled the memory.
One of them is resolute, the other knows words.
Where is somebody he says, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Harass me and let my substance entertain.