i'm going to love you(and you're going to hurt)

i'm going to hurt you(and you're going to love it)

19 years flowered
(hips and ******* dear)
i took from them
sugar
and
salt i
plucked from them
painfully
their ripe pink promise
i pulled and
dug from them
soft neon covers
i pried and pulled

i

soft savagely
tore into(them)
i took and broke you
carefully
                   i
broached you i
bruised you 19
cute years
i ran you
bleeding
   and gasping 19
white years
i coloured you
carefully
19 tidy years i
roughed you
sharply 19
touchedless years
in my hands
(i knew you)stinging

and

you
loved
it

(spring come

                       )come spring

                                    spring come wetly
                                        out the freezing serious
                                          hair o' winter come
                                            spring
         ­                                 thy greenest countenance
                                           come lathered
                                         (Spring in
                                         thy poppy and
                                           thy clovered
                                        divine thighs)
                                         O spring i,
                                       in thy many
                                        splendored love, in
                                                              ­            thy loose and carefree
                                                        ­                  shapely plush pocket
                                                          ­               ,will lay in heaped
                                                          ­              crushing wafts of
                                                              ­        june bugs and
                                                             apples and gods
                                                       (the wilting rind
                                                   of day will kiss
                                                     plummeting eve
                                                         upon the tousled
                                                         ­     breach of sky andEarth
                                                        ­     will sorely muster
                                                          ­  russet flecked charming
                                                        ­   slatterned trees about
                                                          m­y careful self
                                                            ­ )and your *****
                                                           ­     pleasant smell
                                                           ­    willto meander
                                                         ­    in the failing
                                                         ­  hues of
                                                              ­unsnowed languid
                                                         ­  hillocks
                                                        ­be most a riotous
                                                         ­ silent crudeness
                                                      a­nd i will love you most
                                                       roughly Spring
                                                         i'll tear away the careful
                                                     pretty clothing
                                                  flower­s and with
                                               your crudlovely
                                                  nake­d salt
                                                     i will
                                                               play,
                                                           ­        .
                                                               ­        '
                                                               ­     .
                                                          ­    ,

                                                          ­        '
                                                       ­   ,


                                              ,


        ­                                           .

WIN
    -terin
        your
         1st ******
        gown WIN
   -ter
       in your
     unbesmearched
    pale ****
   lips
    WIN
       -terin
          your
        unfucked
       lovely
      pallor
     unbroken whiter
   lips WIN
   -ter
       in your
     uncaressed
    unbearable
   innocent ivory
    lips WIN
-ter is
    an ugly flower
WIN
   -ter
       is a homely
        monthly
      blossoming
       ruby petaled
      rose WIN
   -ter breaking
  into colorful
   heaps of sticky
  callous profusions
  WIN
     -ter
        in your
       cheeks WIN
      -ter is
    a hot blushing
     gush WIN
   -ter
     lovely ugly
    WIN
       -ter
           do
        you
           like
         it
           WIN
         -ter
    when they
     break your
      tenuous
     vilely neat
    walls WIN
         -ter?
      hot running
     lips WIN
    -ter do
      you like
       hurting
      sharp flowers
       ruby
        petaled
       ultimate
     painful thorned
   flowers
  ?between the
  untouched lips
of your
   snowed lips
  WIN
     -ter
  i will
   plant so
    deep a little
   naked keen
  rose WIN
   -ter
  i will bury
   it in
  you WIN
         -ter
      and its
    hurting
     bloom WIN
   -ter will
     set you
   fiercely on
  edge WIN
-ter it
    will set
   you
      screaming

so just sitting in my room softly light, the marvelous comely feeling of your warmer fingers elates me sitting in a narrow beam breaking beam by tree's boughs breaking beam in my silent room you fracture and dance dappling your warming narrow comely face

coldly biting beautifully night your neat painful skin when with my lip parted softest child meets makes a rapid tinly uncoiling crystal nimbus who catches in the amber poolsof your still naked body's streets

when i do looking(eternally)into
your eyes steeply
the complete
ingenious potion
of their
smallest
drunken dots
eat the entire fullness
of me
and i fall into them
                                                            ­                      


                                        ­                                         4ever