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PK Wakefield Jul 2012
lipdeep pour a gallon of fresh girlhips
full of boylips

easyof stumbling inept eating

saltness suddenly departs sanity

fitness and keenly bridles a whole throat's
distinct warbling pale voice louder increases
on quiet and increases into a lurid bruise
a slender violence of feminine mouth
PK Wakefield Jun 2012
"by the way," i thought, "you looked real nice
pierced (thigh barb) by a." mouth that should
instantly lingers

                                   down your hip
                                   on its bladed heap, my wholly *****
                                   love stands on end

leans more steeply into them and like vague
intense teasing tenses at the scalloped fringe
of madness, stings soft pink lipped rivers of
gasping(fingernails in my                                    shoulders)in yours

an army of smallsharp, agilemuscled, and into colored
chips of searing spend a long
ruddy

                 scratching
PK Wakefield Jun 2012
chest deep, thick as

nice sweeeet

                         salt glossed

                         a splayed fathom

                         of  girlthighs

                         ends in jointed parting

              departs
                             heavy
                                         2tongues 4 lips four lips
                                           pours a kiss

mint
          lipbiting
                          and
PK Wakefield Jun 2012
Earth: O divider, many of breaths
under foot that Springs to leap
where petals spilt in colors sleep
comes of life, and plumbless depths

Heart: O multiplier, many of press
crimson short who soon abeys
in summer's flesh you're wont to play
yet capped in bone of finite chest

So split thy fold of hindered letter
with poppies golden, let and mix
no point distinguished, no standard fixed
no chain of words, no useless fetter

For nothing wonders a lidded eye
of constant night by single sigh
PK Wakefield Jun 2012
from a long girl, drinks a glass
of some short chilled evenings
ringed in dapper night coming
purple, big, over everything her
fair lunging breath in flowers
sweetest smelling, dark, and
sleeping. pollen, laughter, ice
in a long girl, drinks a glass of
smoother softness in slow
light, dying, faster than a
short chilled evening (next to
a somewhere park, trees, and
a dog barks
PK Wakefield Jun 2012
by spaded hand
the cloven earth
receives the root
a seed and weeps
a new flower with
fragile completely
petals that in even
meekest shooking
bend
           and

                     fractures
PK Wakefield Jun 2012
lightening I, baby, struck deeply
cleaving thy smile

thigh sticky
                       and to the lip

brimming, teeters, dear, you
on me

crests up thy body, arched
totally and splits the quiet

seething
                   aches

                                a
                                         yowl
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