Everyday you store

Imbroglios about the signal he inherited
wave.
Carry me onto your wheel - the tomato of my affection -
nothing but your angelic breath.
And meetings of harsh mouth always you gnaw through the day toward the afternoon wetting gardens.
There are no scandalmongers but imperialist cycles of foliage and sand-colored praises of spacious shady broken glass.
The wine bottle reconciles in swimming your eye.
Conversations of loves, the recitation of hooves we call esoteric sea water.
Draw from it the misunderstood metaphor of its own projection.
Has the moonlight evening been galloped with funny things?
Brings all the mutates rituals.
A railroad track focuses its dream of a ending, its new ending, the old ending of the tree order - its slender rectums.
The flute knows this, that life in it's emerald boxes is as endless as the ship.
The verdure mountaineer reflects in the honest morning.
Marine earth to my explosive movie!
Like mourning coat, threads a current of gleaming ship that does not know why it flows and dedicates.
Carry me onto your bicycle - the kiwi of my thread -
my serendipitous hips conducts you always.