the un bridled un
                         buttoning
  of sense
               ...
                (          a     pointless,whipping
                                             towel of wind)
                                                        ...­
& the sylphic roots
           ,whom in their
fishbowl head.
      their endless lung

                       un dressed You
         ....
                               (static RINGing
                                electric moan)
                                          ...
& Your greenhillmounds
                 trembled
          greener,became
...
(this              wracked                 incessant
          waltzing whistle.    )
                                                ...­
                       a poolofpunch. the
                       cellulose We once dug
                       our fleshly little Thumbs into
                ...
                   (a two-hundred mile
                                      rockfall splash)
                                                         ...
                       stained like
                        the idea of heaven

  &myshirttoo                             deliquesced
     diffused                               &liquified
  
i covered              my Earthly Body
                 in organic spilling mess &
drank

(ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff­)

                 Us                        like we ******.

the airsick scarf of
                                          /well,nothing/
snakes down My back
as
a familiar hand       might
a pale&flexing spine

enticing'er
               swimming assembly
                     of corpuscles
(&theveneratingrubsofsternum)

ha! no! relinquish the
   cold.     &
   metallic     sting

to Her,so
  svelte,the
succuba
  of chance

to Her,then,
  the sketch of
one schimera

unrhyming in the jilty way                      i am
never stepping how You weave flowersome

(chalky Moon she can not finger into
/liquid Sun her molten gold    will,dryup)
the ground,
   each flowersome heel You softsoap
into charming new Somethings,
                                              lifely green

no setting - kinda jellylike - the eve
will forges on in her shimmery way
(& birdsong is similarly shimmery)
lasting forever like lifetime of bees
,hopefully,
                  or preserved in petalwrap
(& it is You   giving the time its tick)

You are in rhyming with the Universe
so hum in the       softly folds of music.

i will weigh
each plasticky
edge
          of
               love

'gainst each soft hand
  & feel their flow
riding finger grooves

find an ego-shaped
              box
(round with       atomic
         what/whereness)
& keep there

wanting More with
      /Her

wanting Such with
      others

so It spills
                       like
honeymilk& sweetness
eyes  (,dilating,)   me

diluting form & fuzzing
hard&fast careening
joy.              in     motion
              &iam     sick

is it newness of This?
is it secret       fizzing
Desire, You, Me for Me

the open more of
    waiting,     almost
eye-watering yawn

& his hotwet breath.
oh   His hot breath
brothe new day,

suckling     oily     fingers
turning page page after page
just to read. ahead

there is pleasure...in the
wait    ******* stretch of
interlacing muscly almosts

nothings nows ending
tensing tingling when