rush nites
through trees and belly
(come find me dreaming
and when you get here
i'll kiss you so softly i'll
plant roots stupidly
growing into your so
and green skin lightly)
you got big pretty enormous

           Jewels and **** nite

you are belong to my bed
and flesh(yourown)is mine

i've spangles and dirt in me(likeyou)
                                                                 nite
                                                             i
                                                           got
                                                         leaves and merry drunk revelers
                                                  prancing beautiful women things
                                               (and i like to bunch up their hems
                                                 (like you nite) and i like to
                                             eateth them)

curl upon my words lady
your fragile strongness

             your
     firm and quaking ultimate mouth

(the hottest slash o' pleasure
leakinginto
                    mymouth
                                     you're)
cheek
          a    n     dcheekbe
                                         tw
                                                 ee
                                                  n
                                           h
                                     a
                             n
                                     g
                                                s A strand o' lace
                                                       and i dig my
                                                       fingers into them
                                                       and pry, by naked
                                                       furious hands, that
                                                       last trace of unnudity
                                                       (and i pull you up to my face(your startled perfect ***)a     n             dd ie,
                                                                                                                                                                                     .
                                                                                                                                                                                         ,

                                                                                                                                                                                  .

sun
i l o  v  e U pretty
         U golden sticky flare
    U stick up in the sky
lazy sun i, U, love
                                your neck and bones easy
so sleep and hideaway
     in my chest
your soft and amiable bobble
(i'll keep you in there
and you'll keep me warm)

.                                                                                                  



                                                                              O love
                                                                             ,my hushed cords elate
                                                                              at the stroking of your fingers

O eve
             O 1st starting nubile sparks
                                                          ­      O thrush and warble

         you skip tremulous and encroaching
       puddle o' dankness rushing oe'r blade and mountain
      you race the wind and gather up all the finite bodies of earth
     in your illustrious cool mouth and blow each face and stem thy
    kiss o' your illluminant clutching docile lips, which fornicate with
   the merry spades o' silver stars a digging the freshest grave of day
                                       (i'll fit into you
                                        the stuff of me
                                        in creases o'
                                        your foldless
                                        heaps and
                                        coiffes
             ­                           your hair marvelous and faultless
                                        staggers brightly
                                        from the pale splinter o' the moon
                                        and it eats me into
                                        the playful gnash o' its reticent
                                        fists
          ­                       )
         O
         eve
                             O
                            valley  and stream
                      
             (meet with me tonight
              beneath the pallor lady
              and we'll make love)

from passions full and writhing
is born a mostly fragile flower

    (a whole garden of them)

they sprout and bud
in your light lady

(and in your
soil sweating
i'll plant their
seeds)

i'll
push them
1x1(thrusting)
down into you deeply
and from your ivory throat
there will come a Spring
ing sharp growl
(and it will
be a
rose)

kisses dear lady little you
(between new and familiar)
your face amorously
marks my face

with the winsome crush
o' your uncanny pair
of softest and fullest

                       lips