magic surly blood dank
gold flecked and musty
shimmer set alight burning
you're some copper and some
dark brown sugar

                 like you taste like rust

against night dear a skull
sockets brimming with ladybugs

          behind a knoll

in forest deep and green sleeping
magic forests

  (         where fairies are still really

       nice fairies with

            great hair
    
   and they play diminutive

   harps
             strung
                         with light
                         and dancing)

magic stirring from firmest and
unyielding repose

             rise

and meet me in Summer in
forests sleeping greenly and
festering with holly crimson
Magic
you're some
thing i don't know
but i'll try to say you
anyway and i know you
love me 'cause i felt you in
between the sweltering balm
of girls thighs pliant and annihilators

(Magic surly blood dank
and glittering a bit of rough
you are like baking cake just
for yourself and a friend arrives
unexpectedly and you sit down
delighted and instead of alone
you eat and talk all afternoon
about nothing at all)                      


                                                Magic
                                                           you are
                                                           like that

i think when i die i will be a forest
in who shall be does and fauns
pretty and glad in sunshine oh
yes sunshine will be there and
it will always smell like right after it
rains cooly on hot asphalt like
it smells like when you come into
a room i think when i die i shall
be a star flecked with innumerable
other stars on slick neat necked
night's pursed lips all pinched and
sticky with unyoung youth and
anciently when i die i think i will
be an ocean where will sleep mermaids
in pearl white skin and fishes and
a somehow little city in a nice little
dome where they will play music
such music as you would want to
listen to when you're sad because it
will always cheer you up and like
ee said to me one night when i was
reading him in my bed he said "it is
funny that you will be dead someday."
and i knew it right then that i think
when i die i will be a forest

when and used to sleep i'd dream
nary none now though i don't with
serious fantastical clouds of junipers
fast through summer like colours
through wind rush to meet the girls
in little bits of nothing next to a lake

                         and

throttled by a light breeze hair(brunettes
and blonds both)prattle and mingling
with it i when i used to dream cooly
of arms drunk with sun and pressed
with fashionable cotton and sugar(and sweat)
and little shining drops either on their
shoulders and napes and the backs of
their knees and when i used to dream
such things i didn't even because it
wasn't dreaming it was living

a lot of times after the sun
and the lilies and next to
to the rain is a window
and i'm sitting waiting
looking and sitting
and waiting
next to the
rain a
window

and at that miraculously perhaps that you should
be waiting by the right place when you were (and
i was right there too)
and that i told you i'm not a misogynist
        but
  that and just
i'd like to *******

                                          and

you said
                       "
                         ok
                              "

i was just over
            
          completely

my own feet at how uncoy
        your mouth was
perfectly ***** and all covered
in hot
and your cheeks
because
               ...

                    well

i'd never heard a girl like that
say the most torrid **** of
decently blond hair and sharply
your waist met your hips
and that uselessly covering
skirt because baby you got
something and you shouldn't
ever have to wear so much ****
you should just and with me
only get all that **** off and

please baby
because your deep with firmer
and thighs absolutely
so soft and supple baby
they feel so good when they
touch my hands baby they

feel course with your stockings
your just bought and freshly
straight through sweat soaked
on a hot day stockings
and i hatelove that course
expecting feeling beneath my
fingers and i just want you to
please and baby
won't you with that hot covered
***** pristine set of lips mouth
baby just cut me all over
with your kisses baby

     please

there will be a movie in it there will be you and me and a young house and laughter painted walls
and there will be ladybugs and kittens and children and board games
and long sleepless tedious nights when you and me can't

and there will be hot stupid moments when we feverishly devour the other
      and there will be perhaps Spring and winter won't care because she never did
            and your family sometimes will be there and they will
laugh with us
                          hard at how pretty we
                             are in our young house
                              in a pretty little neighborhood
                            ******* sometimes
                           in the kitchen
              or
                         the couch
                                               or the
                                       back porch beneath the sabled rush
                                           of infinitely cute little spangles
                                                like the cute little indents you got
                                                   over your ***
                                                     deep and shallow
                                 and
                   tiny
                           kissing
                                             them
                                       in our
                                    pretty shiny house
                                 new
                      young
                                 and
                             with kittens
                           and laughter
            

     there will be a movie in it there will be me and you and a young house and there we'll call it

                   life

summer enormously frail fringed and golden
summer arguing with timidity
with youth and tangled
laughter gargling
low streets strung
lights mellifluously
straddle amberly the
nape of silently
and beginning
suddenly light
over asphalt
springs leaping
the mountains over
and
        SpLaSh!irides
                                 of
      3 petals and 3 drooping sepals
    glow gently
   caressed
                          at
       handless *******
       white

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