pale spark, cheeks faintly, rouged thy kiss is the distillation of summer in the thinplump ****** of your lips hides uglywonderful snarling fangs pretty like ivory or alabaster incising sets totally me at teetering 'pon their cute painful hushed sharpness gets each hair of my nape on end frivolously alight at their queer press
sing and let colours of thy body and thy throat loose them and become a whole thing more perfect than human thing only; becoming more let and let and let till they are exhausted
till you are spent of them till rages nothing in thee
a rose, a rose, this morning grows 'tween hollyhocks and ***** boughs a tightest bud whence crimson flows a rose, a rose, this morning grows the body of the earth the eatage of crows a rose, a rose, this morning goes