fall just over flowers
upward

heavy waits

heaven and

me to collect your

cheeks and

to your nice straight bangs

face clearly to smatter

with my lips infinitely and

kiss you always and without ceasing

forever and forever and forever and forever and without ceasing




                                  FLOWERS UPWARD WITHOUT CEASING KISSING FLOWERS foreveR

i'm
      

             a
  

    
                    little

                             bit


                        love

                           with


                                     you

some short spark
you seem hard
hot over your
microphone
wailing
a bigness
larger
than
the
very
pert
figure
you cut
nicely out
the quavering
small air of a basement
houseshow crowded tangle
of faces and ears on edge at
the electric stroke of your agile
pick(but even larger is the alone
cloying to every word you uncarefully
hammer into the strangled pocket of youth)
i would take it i would take your alone voice
and i'd put it with mine and together perhaps
we would be something like some might call Love

what Idid is
i looked right
cutting through
the brambles and shale
and into
your very chest
and (
          what
       saw
              i
        were
              such beauty
                so
             colours
            and
              deeply
         stitched
             ) in you
               i have spied
               almost breaking flowers
               about whom i'd draw my
               careful hands and cup
               them carry them
               in my heart those
               nearly caving stemmed
               roses i'd
                               love
                                      them

against sky feet
tread just nicely
and don't falling
(for in each step
contained love
buoys ecstatically)

little pools completely of ink
your shoulders are laughing
trembles of over my desk
eating the grain your
miraculously pale splinter
divided divides
body from mind

                        to add sin the former
          removing the latter

i climb your mostly fragile
completely of sweat
arching spine's cute minute
valley cut softly from skin
and imbued most ardently
by hands insatiably to eat
the webbed writhing of neatly
bunching muscles

night come hands
(briefly with tulips)
beneath infinitely
moon sliver
your star freckled
******* are and my
hands between breathing
cuddle and ****
funny how staggers
the curves of your
hips with silver and
gushing thick flowers

perhaps tulips perhaps
ivory and petals silken and wet
with your tongue
nightandhands coming
with ******* and pallid
and skin
(beneath infinitely tulips)

       and apple trees