The Picasso Picture
The Flock -- your honey --
Where I die --take me, beloved -- my Season's Summer
Where I count you -- Woman, alone --
Like the Snappy lover who runs away!
My Guests -- Death
Your Virginal Torments!
The Brisky Moon
Not too far
Till I hold
The form --
The last drop
And my blood.
Thee, like a living
The Mouthful Morning
I whispered with force
Like a wounded animal --
I went as far from you -- Silence,
The stone that is watching us --
And there is no mercy for my tears!
How can I have you
With the stem -- with force
Under the Steal's volcano, in lava --
Emily, in the Fall, grows!
A pair of beings
Should be together
By the Honored Mushroom of God
As a cleam bell -- Oh, the Sounds --
As the smell of the rain
Alone --unsoiled --
In the Homely Breath--
Regarding as a Woman, a Man--
To whom the Cloud afar
Behind the utters
Left all of themdried!
Could I feel
The Joyful --that tremulous body--
For whom the Formula
Of love --joy -- is just a doomed
Away -- near --far --
In the distance
Nothing from you haveleft a remember.
If you believe me-- as you have done before-- Immortality,
The recollection of Sunrise --
You supposed to be here --
Between my fingernails -- between the choosen Words
Bound the fullness --
Here, there -- with the content of sleeping birds--
The most ceaseless --
I look at you -- my Crowded gardens --
The blind bee --
Who has dared to toss
You away from me!
I know I'm dreaming, my angel --
I know how deep with it I go!
Ghosts are welcome in this Hawaiian Cottage--
Nearby the October's Sun.
Night rans in dsdain eyes
None of you are here --
I know itfor fact -- because I belong to it --
Just as it is bleeding me -- away
Where , my angel, if I turn, I will die against the wind --
Where can I find you then --
As an inducted rose --
We -- despair -- before me
Who have died many hours before you evenreached me
I will die thenby holding your bloody hand.
Eagle -- Sea-- Hope -- the long Wave --
Slowly -- to the Acorn --
From where Million goodbyes
As the beat of a deflowered rose -- drives all our passion away --
Deep in and out --
It will beimpossible I'm going tomeet you again!
Nevertheless I read your long letters --
Breathed -- Organic glory --
Sublime ectasis -- they all were belong to -- belong to meinpoison --
Chanted -- the perpetual given!
The Glory Desire
At last you are here --
Naked, ready -- against the Beggar --
A dream explores -- Little by little, all night along!
The Deforming Wounds
There are two virginal loves --one -- the halves --
Whose danger is sided, inland.
The second is the second halves of the first -- splashing
Either black or white
But yellow emerges from itlike the dying Moon
Whosehair is floading andtaking all what I got for both