when i the you sweetly
sublime of
knees fleeting intensely
kiss inwardly
the entering sound
You
the perhaps exactly
shed a sliver of teeth
by catching skin
gag
upon a sliver
of erect shyness
and seem feel
the arms by
youth hard
hands
crimped skinny hot
vulnerable teasing
to swallow
i'm sitting i can hear the ocean way out over the moon hangs deftly round in all the fitness of chaste and cool darkness my hands are at my waist i'm sure they are and where are my hands i wonder at the split milken and tenderly dripping sea it whispers my heart is in it deeper than a seagirl their breasts are like cherries popping sweetly with just a crisp flens if pinkness at their tips at their tits i'm feckless staring harder than and harder then a star leaps wholly the blouse of night one unsharp button of her quickly tousled hem i'm tearing to by bit by into her tear and a boy is sitting on his door step he looks thinking one day he will make a boy in a girl spilling her full of him
the she raw is beautiful because
because short
(eyes green ) hair the
lips by
sing easily with neatness
and her mouth is
where exactly it might appear obscenely wonderful
to push my mouth
which i also like would
my own to raw she become
into a singe of crisp love
together as like a sprig in Spring
blossoms such uncaving of coloures
but sharp too
as a rose might wear
the coloures are
for parting of skin
between rib and breast
where a heart lies
wanting to fold
folding of want
of raw she
who beautiful because is
there is the world so much i think i have felt it
have felt by it
and by it felt
so much it
(the world)
who in droves presses ugly Spring against me
who in heards comes dying and immortal
who in sleeping flowers laughs most
(the world
by sting invisible
impulses each rotund death
of lungs upon heaps of dying
to go out and wear more gladly it
it girls laughing
it boys sweating to be first
it arcuate of hips
it thundering of industry
it of millions tinly each
each pointless
each fathomless
each more than last
each next than other
each the other than the next
i think and i have seen by it
and have i?
way north over the barn where goes the winter
when in neatish crimson hulking pricks comes
first small coming
then steadily gargantuan
Summer
in deep veins of failing gold
only to brittle
only to fold and tousle
only to rubble and quake
alas
and i have thought
alas
and i have read
alas
and i have felt so proud to get at the meanings of poems
) but ever have i known it?
No.
i have not been my feet to push of it a million splendors
i have not been my throat to scream so loud my body shook
i have not been amongst its people
i have not tasted
i have not been by the skinny bank of a winding stream in the middle of Summer when the cool water tickles across the span of each toe the wholeness of being
i have not kissed so long to love
i have not breathed so long to speak
what then can i say?
but do i say it?
of course
i say it by hands between quick thighs
uncurling hurting bruises of hot sharpness
i say it in the hunched play of a girl's wetness
i say it in the calm stroke of a withered dog's scalp
i say in quiet moments as in loud moments
i speak(and i always speak)
and i think i have the world so much by it felt as to know it
and i think i do not know it
and i think it is not so much
and i think i have not felt it
Dear are you)your mouth is
and softly when feels
your throat full
hard and me of(
you wet
is
sweetheart baby darling
i can and do you want
you do and want
me to
do you?
my fingers, baby?
sweety i can.
eating to fill with gagging
your mouth nose eyes
like starlings
chirp so
deeply
incessant
and like incessantly
a straling's chirp
your lips hang
hard open to
fill
and Sugar Darling Honey
i can fill so tightly it
my with flower
thickly
until its blossom do
like you want
to sap so sticky
Honey Baby Darling Sweety
i can and fill you
my fingers
and can
can i
?
(Yes.)
new was sitting across from me
her skinny was wider hips waist
hair by face was precisely framed
in the neatest skin of comely youth
i was talking my kept my mouth was
to slaver words dear as quickly heaving
as to her ears i might impulse the livid inch
of her pristine lips to defeat my useless sound
lips sit
lips on lips
sit lips
that lips split
by split lips
lick X lick
to where a bead sits
between lips
by lips split
lick X lick
"I've done a lot of fucked up shit." She said, quickly pushing the needle into her hip.
in all of me there is you dying
and in you dying there is me
dying though less perfectly more
frailing ugly than. (I
like all are who
each less day
than more
darkness becoming. Up
do you and think do you
me a bit of nothing want
to briefly more in kissing
have my body as your own? Shoulders have
in me where keep your lips
your heart and fingers too? Prevailed
perhaps or instead
the wetness of your dew? Lips
i think i think
i think i want that too. Ecstatically
so please the dying more
of perfectly you Ineloquent
the less of me to frail so ugly
a tender sprig of blue To
of common sky to enter
the dying perfect you Eat)
root
about
you feels
how warm the
earth in)just spring
and root
deeply how
(in tightness
uncoils your love fist
totally
lilies lipped in dew
and coming morning's
health
when (root) you
singly divulge
one mute word of slender making light
and all that's quiet lives suddenly
in heaped burning
to lustfully cry:
SPR!NG
cream the soft you are is body
white
shoulders
completely neat in kissing
easily blades
between muscles rigidly
tight and folding
folding
and
fi
n
ger
s
yoursmine
teeth please too
a bit at least
because cream
the body soft
you are
is hurt nicely pleasant
and you know
(like i know)
pretty is pain
all the streets in girl things comely
arms a bit are haired in
(tan and tan)
the golden crush of whose mute fingers
make blithe the spring
and against
find the night homely
piercingly the mooon against
into slivers thousand make
their drooping slender of cotton haste
as cherry petals,
a branch from shake
in the wind to uncurlsome
neatly wan ankles
and fists o' skin girlsome
crease and crease alike(andunlike)
gossamer
faintly
of
pinkest aching to part
To enter loving
To exit heart
i do not know a word
having only written i
can only say i do not know
how to read or a poem
perhaps in a book
where i thought i did
was a dream of
words and poems
amongst men
who know words
but only i can say
i do not know a word
dance me into entering waters
(the sea)
i might dive or very cold
it is too hard(to swim
is though even steely wild
shifting ever for
)
grey and grey and
(the sea)
who is steely wild
and very cold entering waters
dance me into
(and even though)
i am nothing the dying of closeness to perform
jet
arrayed in pricks o' quivering lightness
my own body softly
in her living muss to fay
mychestherchest
or to bleed a stuttering rill o' life stuff
where carefully is laid a garden o' sleeping children
(uncreated
unlivid
faultless)
lust yet incredibly to fill
crease and crevice burns
and all muscles
the tightness for hurting yearns,
'
.
,
'
.
speak loudly silence lips less
about a word more dumb
and shiftless
forever
in the habit
of perfection
is to see strangely
the rain hanging
by a most cloud
grey when
behindit
lays
only
blue
here in my little box(room)
my head is a boy
on a girl's hips
kissing(down
a bit
down a bit)by bit
down into fast
with only
a bit
of
d
o
w
n
o to speak
o to speak and sing
o to speak and sing aloft
o to speak and sing aloft a moment
o to speak and sing aloft a moment hung
o to speak and sing aloft a moment hung in night
o to speak and sing aloft a moment hung in night and dreaming
o to speak and sing aloft a moment hung in night and dreaming (mysterious sublime evil)
and to kiss every flower's little fist
scent sweet
scent sour
completely of petals clefted and parting
clefted and parting emits
to wreaking dawn a babe
a babe of green and many
green and many and soft
soft and many and green (a babe)
a babe mysterious
a babe sublime
a babe evil
(SPRING)
