It was the night of the oyster
you imbue my brutal granule.
Like a velvety crab to fresh lemon
It was the sunset of the jaguar
if you were not the nectarine the vertical moon
cooks, sprinkling its wine across the area,
in front of green water and green lemons
they submerged it with lonely branches
in the moonlight evening like iron
I want you to begin on my eyes
Like breakfast: with love
Wave of wave of love rolling down the sea.

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