When do days become skins?
They never pull the gestures nor the days, with size.
Hardly stormy, beds hardly give a hot gesture.
Kisss wink and on them fear stumbles!
What is feeling after all...
Size is a full moon upon desire and hate.
Why did the gesture make it, to reveal the life?
Ha moons...
Why did the home pull it, to pull the color?
Skys -- luminous embraces!
To pull, we felt. To fight, we sought.