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PK Wakefield Feb 4
I loved you the way
night were
stars and
against darkness
standing brightly
up the sky
by a shore
with the ocean
froth and smell
of green girls
coiling between
your toes
a whole meadow
immediately with
course hulls
under the fingers
buzzing a bee
by the rain
in whose black
body Lavender,
thyme, and
up bearing
the blind
of new sunlight
“like shining
From shook
foil “
PK Wakefield Jan 10
with what
are wife hands

in whose
are the bodies
of my children


my wife’s body
in who slept
my children

whose breath
their breath

whose blood
their blood

the crumbs
of a little life
PK Wakefield Aug 2023
by the way,
I have always loved you,
unwonderlingly which
I do not think
another hand
would be so nice
in mine

a hand last held
—no void to fill:
(the hand that grasps
is empty still).

so wait this hand
to holdest yours
when shut my eyes
as closest doors

no part, no rent
will bear the breaking
of flesh’s joy
a join making

so lay in still
at slumbers ask
a morn will come
where loves a bask
PK Wakefield Jan 2022
who R you the god
i've been
inside several
times tonight


a beach rose
where one time
i wished i was
seeing the ocean
split itself again
over a man.

did you ever
upward which
a star upon
pitch stairs
climbs casually?

who knows not me i've never even seen.
PK Wakefield Dec 2021
in what sureness holds wife hands?

My most mundane love,
fresh in a moment
i felt your shoulders
between my fingers
the fascia binding
my soul to yours.

when took me
yours beneath
a smallest gable
of artificial flowering:

(in a peach dress
very pregnant;
i kissed the
last person).
PK Wakefield Dec 2021
in bigsome whole colliding
the earthmoonsun suddenly
start starring into opaque
coolness: the nape over
standing hair exactly

on ends of pricked groove

the moonlight is just
and the crooked
fullness of mountain
the breadth of pale sky
interposed, a uh just

under the scalp tingling
when it's outside
carefully snow
and your feet are so wet
inside your shoes

where you kissed a pretty girl once
and though you will
(why not)
be dead someday

turning the radio
up until its bigness
PK Wakefield Dec 2021
"What do you think you're doing in here?"
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