i would, perhaps, a 1,000 folded lips
crease into 1
                       kiss

the venom of thy cheeks
a smooth immolation

              REDpretty

with white beneath
neatly in rows
                                   that sharp
                  
         but



feel good

nice and
                ,

           .

                ,


   .

little i who?(little eye you)

         of stem straight

unbroken

                   wreathed in dew

petal pretty    ,    come    ,          and new

the earth lean,

                                    the body true


                                                          ­         a colour virile

                                                         ­              wearing view
                                                            ­        
                                                        ­    (strange, dearly,
                                                              un­couth flower
                                                          ­     fleet of scent
                                                           ­     tumbles thine
                                                           ­      flesh with mine
                                                            ­      lip and lip
                                                             ­      crotch, with vine
                                                            ­        fresh barely Summer
                                                          ­           the produced heat
                                                            ­          of thy
                                                             ­          downy muss
                                                            ­            is wiry dark
                                                            ­             short hair and
                                                             ­             of tastes sweat
                                                           ­                salt, long nights, not sleeping, and between thighs: caffeine

a lot of things i'm

      got

2eyes2hands2lips
and a mouth between
them and a voice between
that and a heart i've got a chest
where it's red and it moves a more
at you it goes like a deer wildly through
startled brilliant lances of light in a once was
placid, soft, and smooth copse of never trees

that wouldn't (for anything) yield, neither
would it want to but you're like sweating
in the dead of water (between autumn and spring)
frozen,
                 cool,

                                 warm,

see it's like nothing how unfrail the wrist
**** pale with a couple of tan lines where
a used to bracelet
                                  gold probably

flickers a hand
in out of an open window

                             i beneath

pass the spontaneous words of a mother
said by his father
and the whole vague riot of boyness
incised in bones
                                that wear eyes

                                       that look up
                
            and wonder
what kind of girl is on the other
end of a flickering hand
on a pale wrist
                                                       withtanlines

it all begins in a hand in a hand
loose
        ,
easy with

fingers and tipped

with jade, vermillion or,
black because.

                            in

a hand easy
a hand feels small soft
and it's comfortable to grip
being soft and small and tipped
with vermillion, jade or, black because.

smooth, pretty, and it feels really good
between two layers of cotton skin that's
got a coupling of scars, ink, and the nicest

****
sharp with pink
in hands
feels really good
and it always begins


                                                   like that

all eyes(oneseeing)

                                     comes

                      

               between lids


a fragment

                          of looks


     sick

          at

young people necking
necks dripping
dew,b
           e
         a
          d
         s
             and glitter
                       on a lid
                          who
                            eye
                            comes
                            a
                           fr
                              agment
                            of all seeing

to die? i think it is appropriate
that you should less of striving
body into the vast littleness of
nokissing, lips never, and ivory
bare of the candor of your muscles
spokes of whitest, spindles become
and dust

                  lastly