a new sfumato in my painting the cave
bodies in pain taste the fruit of passion your oscillating matrix within breasts
naked sailing the catastrophe off-shore off-voice kiss the border all night
come and taste this fruit in pain climbing naked the future birds
flying and perching flying and perching or dancing towards Nowhere. Here.
tensely tongues build the guitar the solo the taste of the fruit in pain and veins and verbs
sailing verbs yelling from within the first foams. verbs running through those veins of Hours.
tensely tongues open my well between breasts where birds perch and plunge and nest. Nowhere.
tensely tongues touch the door the floor asking for Otherness till Excess. The Originals. The Flashes.
the dream starts playing the piano at the windy port and drinking much nonsense. all night. Nowhere. Kiss my walls here. Eve is the sun. I am the cave painting Eden with foam off-shore off-angst. against the rock. palpable breasts of flowers and warm skin furiously climbing that first verb. Say it. Yell it.
tensely tongues blow the lips the bottom. Eve is the first verb under the sun. the fruit is burning. all vectors point at the sun from a distance through my walls speeding up towards. Nowhere. Here.
tensely tongues touch the first verb off-shore off-Eve. nonsense asks for temperature of flesh.
Can you grasp or kiss or drink this Only tongue? tensely? while the bottom ex-poses the heartbeat of the fruit extreme peak from isles born in my volcanoes at midnight or later. all night. layers of skin and spirals of impossibles are ripe for translation. the veil of Hours dream below and rotate more than naked cliffs of skin hungering for the Originals. Tongue after loss and shades of loss fusing with purple birds. heartbeat calls veins from a distance. here
no name names Thee
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