Dials turn the moon toward you
Purple holes destabilize my dreams
Hungry dreams of Jennifer’s tubes
Turns of the sweet silk dials
Vermeer mixes color
Passion is refined
Passion of the celestial Aphrodite
Music in thick smoke of a lava lamp
Incense like thighs of the wolves eyes
She lets the butterfly touch my mind
Ghosts have seized the red vase
Blood travels in a carriage of fire
Certainty is only an impression of love
Chakras open the new pink flowers
Wet labia showers the golden collar
Jennifer like Monroe with a new pedicure
Gates open the Chicago blues
Fountains of the volcano
Is the wind a whip of the vulva?
War and Peace in the heat of the soul
Jennifer reclines like a sate lioness breeding
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