quarta-feira, 5 de junho de 2013

Grove Wheat

Grove Wheat

My magma on your skin volcanic
her soft neck endangered
my desire weeds growing in ceramic
our love portrayed in the woods wheat

their baby steps in silk carpet
My heart pounding in your forest
my sun shines in its beautiful water
in my heart your always too

with fin PVC
initialing my name on the hip
I varnishing about you
Your latex riddled my vinyl

this crosssingle hand
about the divine eyes of the Universe
our spare time in the covenant of chemistry
writing in the film Love our verse.

Arthur Nett

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