in my own who littler leans youth
everyday and who lunges with
splendor

                   golden deep
                   brown lovely

brass like skin and a fairies
waist obstinately arcuate
concaves into

                             convex a

lot like rain hips

fall wetly on my open hands

like cool with a cigarette suspended
between
                lips

hangs off the cute blot
of *******
in a hotel room
                              )her

tongue

                    that a

               stud interposes

             ,

feels like rolling static
                                       with a black eye


                                        (on bruised knees)

you know i know you i
do dear
i've known you over
the front(groaning)seat

            bent baby

i know you

feels like, your mouth, i like it
little hot crushed
(wettest ember of thy face)
to mine, darling, your

hair

                     is immense

tangled briefly

with my fingers

against the excelling nub
of thy fragrant skull                dear, i

press drink and of, into

                                            my

.                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                      

























                 ­                                                                 ­                                you
                             ­                                                                 ­                     me
















.

in so night pert stings of

           (pouting *******)

where laid a finger's boy
(his whole)
trembles nothing
quivers on the aching crush
of finest ribs
     just

spindles hardly distend
in cambered hush

impatient, smiles

O life, darling fatal life
gives of cloven earth
in vagrant summer
the pretty tempest of
because girls
rust centered, copper hewn
in sundresses
on a street corner
the lipping span
of deepest health