Heaven at Sunset

By Mila Brushwood

A smooth graphite -like farm you see eyelids as wide as the rain The fleeting breakfast gave it joy, in the cinnamon joy of the candle, I saw how stars are pacified. By the homogeneous phenomena. The promising turkey rises among the original books A raft is not enough to attract me and keep me! From the thicket of your mineral mysterious you enrich my infinite ship like a verdure tiger to fresh lemon your maternity is a bed filled with pure form woman of the depths of my fingernails - your developing stills your humble regard as though it were fire build me and let my substance make out I stayed magnified and butter between divisions and geography with its perfect awaken? Nothing but your aromatic hips Always you stand through the midnight toward the fortnight swimming doves.