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PK Wakefield May 2012
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
PK Wakefield May 2012
dreams don't dying
never live, born
though, of stillness
or moving liquid
silver perhaps or
red
         blue

                     yellow

louder and louder
one or the other or
none(orallofthem)

dreams cold, hot
, febrile
                haughty

distinguished

                          naked

(in)vulnerable

                              dreams
PK Wakefield May 2012
you.re like me not like me you.re exactly
nothing precisely like me

                                               just nothing
                                               at all
                                               everything like me
                                               you.
                                               re
                                               j
                                               U
                                              s
                                               t
                                                 like me
                                                 (not)
PK Wakefield Apr 2012
in you let
                   colours
                                   sing colours

say colours
                      of thy body
                                            of thy throat

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

let

           and
                          let
                              
                                        and


                                                             let



the colours of thy body and thy throat
PK Wakefield Apr 2012
fainter ever miles spreads ever fainter
ever farther miles of cool darkness
unfurl fainter colours ever fainter colours
ever deeper darkness ever darker deeper
darkness
                     and fathoms

                                                 and fathoms

                        ever
PK Wakefield Apr 2012
the blood of my blood

the blood of the earth

            
                 :

                                                        youmeeveryone
PK Wakefield Apr 2012
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
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