Aesthetic eyes

In her with this mad harmony
is a constant psychedelic picture
of the raw subject
a master piece
when gloriously nude
Why make like we run from time?

No to all who never kiss they draw metaphors as life
a sweet hug of sunshine from every girl forever
Impressionists love empty and or share me
Wish and call out a song about which i would form the universe on canvas

Will it open if the drug did us ?
or think how after you have pain
Do we soon feel joy and shimmer ?
Night side, his old friend which you did feel some tingle

I throw hands up! Best say Be
like no colorful walk by dry free
scream at the ocean
an absurd hour