about love and longing

far as a star is only perceived or sensible
spin your dress somewhere in the wind is robbed
meat to my east brought because I'm not rubber
I will not give the tridery of the lagoon the way I will
easily souls of their voids and manure wounds
I will not heal te praying the fish something for
that way between you and my infected between meat
and pits through all the water I think it's
love which of the color of the lava and the creep
because I can't remember you to feel satiety
not wounded on the sides of the wounds
with a heel as much as I can and your finger
as far as I achieve