Wandering 27

Come to my hesperidum garden
The exquisite clementines are like you
barely ripe
Acids
it will stretch out the body
You don’t hold in my eyes
Volatile thing
I massed her with cedar oil
floral cypress water in my hair
We breathed for life and we felt to death
I have balsamic air in the mouth.
What can I do?
Give it to you...
Your hands sweepers guess my back lying
It's cold. It's cold outside
I want to return
entirely in your belly
entirely in your belly
Bleeding pulse
Heart drowned in us
I don’t know
I feel
And I close my eyes