penny copper skinned waist thin girl as a
wrists
           that hidden
                                tiny trembling

                                                               : a river

blue
purpled

                   and really

        more

                          notcold

                          hot

                          that's

                          got
                          skin over it
                          golden brown
                          which tastes like
                          sunscreen
                          glitter
                          and a bit too much
                          hairspray
                          running
                          in fast rills
                          down your neckintomymouth

in fairest spring,I,

         standing

    interposed

              twixt

     lightanddarkness

feel

         Raw

            fragile



                invulnerable

feet, briefly, without earth
repeat
regaled
in sound neon and

with the ground
again
part
again
rapidly
with

precise
unfaltering
youth
mirthdrunk
and laughing

there began almost a pale nothing
fleeced in nearly night
whose stomach
was vastly
muttering a strain
of ivory music
a tune
like
        unlike
                    winter

like summer more
slatterned
                   a various
sometimes
woman with
2
   apples for cheeks
   tanned rosy
at clattering
slop
        of my palm

and the wig
of barelySpring's
     cloying
     vagrant
                   smell

a never girl sits
thigh wide pretty
to the hilt
slit skirt
inveigles up
her
      and

by the skinny
breach of her
is a quick boy hungry
with
          a
             mouth

spit
       and gelatinous
               reams ofit

gets all over
a never girl
                       who
                               slits,
                               pretty
                               with a hilt,
                               hungry boy's
                               throats

shade in spring, shakes,
dance, quivers
shivers a little bit
between your shoulder
blades touches
real light
its lips
where
draws a nice
beautiful ecstasy
and an
apple
red
eaten lays
destroyed
at the pretty
pastel flakes
of your toenails

you like cuts, bleeding,
don't you
                 ?
                   (aren't you)

scratches dear,
you like,
                 don't you? dear

claret
                 baby

you like fingernails,
dear, you like,
                          aren't you?

black painted
red wells
                   from drawn, dear, you

           're

                    like that

don't you
                  ?