Popping Bubbled Prisms

Swell does this
rabid treasure
wrapped in a
silica rippled wink,

a chastity bodement
hidden under a bog
of petrified intrigue,

only liberated from the glint
of her pneuma espionage,

my conundrum zeppelin
hovers over the valley
of bleeding lilies,

a faulty fragrance
rises from my
melted chimera,

Dentro de tu equinoccio
plántulas inocentes se filtran
en el lingote de lamento
moldeando las promesas
del fuego estelar.

Besame,
mi rosa del desierto
quema mi burla
espejismo de sueños,

cultiva esto
selva chamuscada
desenterrando
mi pasión latente,

despierta un perdón
con comprensión emplumada.

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