Two Adjoining Green Houses

She continued to defy the hands on her dresses, at the siren's most impossible,

She is being left, just as clouded mineral water trinkles down moss filtration. To pure water.

Absent of impurities, which some diarist powerhouse supposes aromatic. The bath star is

Half dormant, yet the project on day avenue is effervescent from eventide to eventide.

Somewhere, a half-hidden fecundity involves two adjoining green houses where

She continued to defy the hands on her dresses, at the siren's most impossible,

Sunlight's lemon and greens. The fire cast out, all with beams melting, charred mantel.
But the hardwoods were scrubbed, and beards removed, the window's myrtle remained
Absent of impurities, which some diarist powerhouse supposes aromatic, the bath star

Just foaming. The crystal charged with wines at each other's separate dinner parties.

After the knife's edge runs around the ramekins, pausing for comment on the Times

She continued to defy the hands on her dresses, at the siren's most impossible

The tablecloth is striving to imitate kelp forest, where the blue tiles wave the washroom's light.
What a life a dish towel has, patterned linen in the hands of each, housekeeping absently,
Absent of impurities which some diarist powerhouse supposes aromatic, the bathing star

Until the other promises to come. The home awaits the blue ocean to each other's walk,

Swimming parallel to the waves, so as to not be swept out to sea, she thinks she really sees her--
She continued to defy the hands on her dresses, as the siren's most impossible

Request, though she is entranced with the surroundings, she could have chosen herself.
The crewelwork, the bleached coral, where the memory of someone goes on to stay, she does
Not stay herself, bent double over the bath someone runs for her, to continue unstintingly, to steep

She continued to defy the hands on her dresses, at the siren's most impossible.