Fliex ! (♯｀∧´)🗯

Drunk with pines and long kisses,
like summer I steer the fast sail of the roses, bent towards the death of the thin day, stuck into my solid marine madness.Pale and lashed to my ravenous water, I cruise in the sour smell of the naked climate,still dressed in gray and bitter sounds and a sad crest of abandoned spray.In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles charged to insanity with electric currents, heroically divided into dreams and intoxicating roses practicing on me.