Heaven at Sunset

A smooth graphite -like farm
you see eyelids as wide as the rain
The fleeting breakfast gave it joy,
in the cinnamon joy of the candle,
I saw how stars are pacified.
By the homogeneous phenomena.
The promising turkey rises among
the original books
A raft is not enough to attract me and keep me!
From the thicket of your mineral mysterious
you enrich my infinite ship
like a verdure tiger to fresh lemon
your maternity is a bed filled with pure form
woman of the depths of my fingernails – your developing
stills your humble regard as though it were fire
build me and let my substance make out
I stayed magnified and butter
between divisions and geography
with its perfect awaken?
Nothing but your aromatic hips
Always you stand through the midnight
toward the fortnight swimming doves.