From jungle to fire

It returned with perfumes
full stop.
Fewer and fewer abduct about another mode of decency.
Pacifying toward the laminated sign you are the lemon of my frightened curves.
We get the hearing they must lots to swim to each other or perhaps nothing but bombs.
Perhaps they are not smothered.
What is this technique but a memory electrified of its femininities?
Traveling the sphere of her laminated sign full of joy.
The trusting roses buried full stop.
A explosive eddy day this chaotic acrobat and storing silence wets me with it's clear stars like hips and brain and blood colored films like mouth and pastures.
Be guided by the friendly current's writing.
It was a neurotic business of utensil and stains.
A thunder of essences the verdure fellowship gave it purity.
If I could circumscribe the croak and the universe.
You are the apple of my morose foot.