PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
12 hours ago

"Nobody will ever really love you,
because people really only love

PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
1 day ago

flower the hands and lips cannot
contain the pistil always running
red over the cusp of your budding

Even in notSpring,
when it shouldn't be full of pollen;
but little bee by mind of flesh
reminds your pricking to always
burn a little needling with
incessant urge to fill the
dark space between thigh:

(there is something slendersmooth
and easy to be inside of–

                    (like the earth)––

                             ( like death)–––

PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
5 days ago

this moment is drunk
and occasionally says
dark things of remembering

about pushed apart legs
in April when it was alive
and something loved it more
than living–cooing even

into its soft ear vaguely
promises of forever and
keeping through death
its hands and lips and feet


but goes through the mouth
and nose hot dollops of dreamless
wine occluding speech, taking

tightness and smashing it over
the head with a memory of
a coy poem that tasted like the
sea in your mouth when

it sat on your face and
it was the only time it was ever


PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
5 days ago

each noon sleeps through drowsy
and sharp autumn with its hair
in manifolds bright steaming with
chirps of tiny color

PK Wakefield
PK Wakefield
5 days ago

thin listening
(the moon is
thinner than)

       A blade

turned whitely through ending
air of night upon its sharp shaft,

only to deflate
in beginning which
erects the dawn by

its own most thinness
of a blade of light
light that cuts the top

of trees into day and

some kissing,
of flesh parts
under my tongue

–finger fulll–

tastes something
salty a little
musk and slick
through curtain
of sharply

tiny, cut
closely to skin

and rubs my cheeks raw.

i love you

(after fucking your throat)

you are so pretty
in short dark
hair eyes
cut by running

with little
rills of
and sweat;

cheaks alive with
glowing of
luster and fair

firm and supple
through the
hip and belly:

i want to be
always kissing
and tasting
into your thighs.

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