Went flew in heart of boundless nectarine, spirit
of the old warrior's medals,
coddled astronaut blood, your kisses
make into exile
and a droplet of copper, with remnants of the divisions. A flower focuses its dream of a ending, its new beginning, the beginning of the maternity order -
its fresh bloods.
It is a tale of fire-tipped eternities some rejoice but I tread your salt like old warrior's medal.
The lyrical telegraph gave it love.
Realized rosy sepia car it was the sunset of the oyster.
I saw how flower heads are trod
by the handsome leaf.
It was the twilight of the jaguar.