i have loved.
the crust of life
the o how divine reeling
of its casual thrill. and
the stern parting of flowers to break
against each heap of striding leg
their sinuously lurching scent.
(i have
and oh god how i have
loved the demure ***
of stopping day
;and where it has splayed most lustfully
entered
have i
)the music of my
fist
and the chanson of lilies.
God, and sweat oh
how i have loved thee the
swiftly naked among unnaked things.
(as a juniper, caroused with poppies,
and my neat hand curled upon a glass perspired(
the driving through late nights
and the sudden stopping at the end i have gone miles into twilight and how many i do not know to find girls in sleeping bodies i have gone miles into twilight to find them and press apart their sleeping bulbs they might suddenly alight)
but does not my fingers' itching
to meet with some things tight,
or day begin,
or the last futile gasp of easily purring Summer
match by cruel luck
the urge of life to sin?
i do not know.
i only know that i have loved,
(let us see if that's enough).
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
i have loved.
the crust of life
the o how divine reeling
of its casual thrill. and
the stern parting of flowers to break
against each heap of striding leg
their sinuously lurching scent.
(i have
and oh god how i have
loved the demure ***
of stopping day
;and where it has splayed most lustfully
entered
have i
)the music of my
fist
and the chanson of lilies.
God, and sweat oh
how i have loved thee the
swiftly naked among unnaked things.
(as a juniper, caroused with poppies,
and my neat hand curled upon a glass perspired(
the driving through late nights
and the sudden stopping at the end i have gone miles into twilight and how many i do not know to find girls in sleeping bodies i have gone miles into twilight to find them and press apart their sleeping bulbs they might suddenly alight)
but does not my fingers' itching
to meet with some things tight,
or day begin,
or the last futile gasp of easily purring Summer
match by cruel luck
the urge of life to sin?
i do not know.
i only know that i have loved,
(let us see if that's enough).
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