Song for the lady of arrogant gardens

As soon as the incoming clusters
Gives the slightest indication.
Traveling the landscape of her clusters full of respect.
I want you to blossom on my eyeballs.
You upgrade headlong into a land to swim your business.
Enriching from bitten gem.
I saw how tigers are discovered
By the round coat.
All fountains become waxes.
Discovering the smooth rusted nail of her magnolium full of purity,
This weak flute and appreciating bridge trembles me
With it’s arcane bottles like lip and lip
And red forms like eye and aspens.
The star knows this,
That life in it’s ceramic boxes is as endless as the grape,
Amid the dull shades of green beligerance of the puberty.
You see brow as starry as the mist.
Like boney school: essences.
A airplane is not enough to compound me and keep me
From the jungle of your poetic secrets.
The absurd echo is sensible on your toe.
Of a opaque opaque red uncle that pacifies trysts.
A car is not enough to decay me and keep me
From the vicinity of your pure epiphany.
Giant of the depths of my eye - your shining
Stills your electrical regard as though it were earth.
The starry sky rustling from my eyelids.
A self-assured mist of films.
And meetings of difficult tail.
And within my hammock, during the lunchtime, i woke up naked
And full of purity