i want the     this&that of

(see) You are
                    in essence
the Being Of. You are It.

It is oh such a thing
                        to body dip
         in,un   writeable beauty.
to swallow You whole as
              more than idea

You are oh,such a thing to
        get into
                      & praise as
          divinity,here You are.

.nota.bene.
(it is filled with)
(jam & sugar    )

beginning.
She tilts barefoot on
                                     eve of
                                     evening
,lilting,  a pacific hypo
       thetical excerpt on
"
why(iam)here &
what(wedo)next
"
end.
it is something
of a copper wire;
    vitality.         in
the longer you lap
your legs in its terra   cotta
                                       ,the more
                                        exacting
(stringentl­ysinuous)   the scar

.post.script.
a sense of
where i amnt
more than
i plant my
ankles like
two little
orange
trees.

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 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

it has this      halic aura;
the vanity of an electric fence.
it has this vanity of cauze.

it is tall.          tall & nosy.
it is toes up nose in my window.
it is evaluating in its warmth.

so tuneless,     thankfully.
**** tasting & tuneless
& shining.    almost kingly,

Your bluriness.
You do not cast
          a shadow.

wave, to wonderful swirling
bluegreen cool

apex. acme. precipice of
Us; the cresting belief in
                         'We are to be'

rolls&folds me out
    to float - the polar verse
of promise in' shoes

so cymbal crash on back
of beat. the symphony aqua!
              acquiesce His sin

stroke the little seawater death.
all things in time return to wave.