something leafs (inforestsdarker
                   ) quietly of     nosnow
but even                                 paler
       with ...
moon light and              between
columns waxy with    beginning
night there accurately          i am
doused wonderful human arms
in youth gorgeous of health and
wishing playfully for hair body
naked                  giddy feminine

.                                                                                            i
                                                                                               have stood in right fields
                                                                                                 looking thickly dark up
                                                                                                   at sky blue sun cloud and
                                                                                                      ***** steeply careening night
                                                                                                        digging little graves
                                                                                                           a 1000 1000 little graves
                                                                                                          burning tiny tombstones
                                                                                                         and keen with every hair
                                                                                                        on end lifting up my eyes
                                                                                                       to fornicate with the dainty
                                                                                                      fraction of frailing day's
                                                                                                     curving head
                                                                                                   i
                                                                                        drank
                                                                            of its corpse
                                                                         and was like
                                                            living and unliving
                                                flesh bone *** and magic
                                                  of dust and salt tasting
                                                     wind by the elbows
                                                     of incessantly skin
                                                   ocean stars spring
                                                    (and winter was
                                                   there but barely
                                             and it was almost
                                         warm and i pulled
                                       the loose leather of
                                         my jacket a little
                                        and
                                              





                                            )

hot some dust and spice lingers
in a pale winter's beam of sun
sharply through silence naked
in a little dark room
away from everything
sleeps tangled cushions
a cat stirring lanky and breaking

there's something big dreaming colorful
sleeping inside you i'll put keys in it
slipping turning keys
and it will suddenly

                                         !

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                                                                                 alone

those things heavy confused wonderful
to touch are cool on the shore of a beach
beneath light blue and seagulls effortless
on wind in a field sunkissed flowers by
your brow laying with your body
splendor and grass itchy on backs
pricking at cotton and getting hot sweat
delicately messes your makeup quickly
sprinting on loose noble perfect calves
to the arms of a lake and stabbing it
the pierced cleat of your excellent
figure and it's fire smokey and just
on a beach somewhere up into eve's
unsad cheeks (where there shines
unbelievably minute and gorgeous
stars)

say terribly walks thighnicely shaped through immutable seconds into a hard tepid bar
and there i am because why not and she sounds a bit like a star sounds from her throat
coughs a few spangles onto the counter and she's sharp shortly cut dark and on her
face is deeply thick a scarlet splinter of love for which my mouth wants to pluck out
and push into my face till it hurts so lovely with noblood and splayed over hours
of laughing and outside to a car stumbles mirth in tight skin and against the side of
it at the nape of a soft street puddles every drop of her neck and explodes