ReRites (WITH A GOLDEN SHIFTING GUST) [June 2017]

I wonder if God is exploding heritage franchises Accrued beach-parties, drugs, Desiccated smooth chatter, Rested like red, smooth wings lit as they were gone. ~ + ~ quiet tethered. reconsidered feathery duration RING-FENCED Adulterous condominiums mowing Magnificent remains, Influxes against the heart Affirmed, stopped, alone. ~ + ~ Shag Associations Toiling at the smile bone of my words mind. In her chains, her pores shed god, enclosed in the whimpering swelling way that a golden bit beats on the ground of these thighs, its face at the hairy curtain ~ + ~ WITH A GOLDEN SHIFTING GUST Low trees (long, longest)