cute love poems

cute love poems

The pure Centre than the noise never
they crossed the intact wax
leave clear linear lightning
pigeons with fate of scrolls,
towards late streets smelling
shadow and fish.

They are the veins of celery! They are foam, laughter,
the hats of the celery!
They are the signs of the celery, its flavor
Firefly, your maps
awash with color
and drops his head of green Angel
and its thin curls congojan,
and enter the feet of celery in the markets
the wound tomorrow, between sobbing,
and closed the doors on its way cute love poems
and sweet horses knees.

His cut feet go, his green eyes
they spilled, for always sunk
in them the secrets and drops:
the tunnels of the sea from where they emerge,
the stairs celery advised,
submerged forlorn shadows poems
the determinations in the center of the air,
the kisses at the bottom of the stones.

At midnight, with wet hands,
someone knocks my door in the fog,
and I hear the voice of the celery, deep voice,
rough voice of imprisoned wind,
complains of water and roots, wounded love poems
it sinks into my bed its bitter rays,
and their disordered scissors I stuck in the chest
I looking for the mouth of the drowning heart.

What you want, host of brittle corset,
in my rooms funerals?
What shattered field surrounds you?
Darkness and light crying, fibers
blind contours, crespas energy,
River of life and essential threads
Green branches of time Sun,
Here I am, at night, listening to secrets,
This effort, loneliness, cute love poems
and you go, in the middle of the sunken fog,
to grow in me, to communicate
the dark light and the rose of the Earth.