Happy couch many asses
The leather unstruggles a smile
Night is a paint waiting to dry
And clamouring to return
Venus embraces Mars
Abundant eyelids watch the horses
Day comes back
The preacher screams barley moderations
Jewish girls returning from Temple
They seem to laurel these streets
A naked body floats without tears
I can still see it in the skies
Making words
Eyes returning to page
Which fates twine
While candles into heaven clouds
A mouth saying rain
Blind guides along the trails
The bright woven breath of lovers
How many worlds
One dimension streams
Bright madness wheat wreaths the field
Together
Neptune telling Jupiter
There are no towns named after you
Her yellow hair in motion
The emotion pillow
Dreams intention
So far lingering as desire takes a seat