inside me live, raw new beautifully, Summer
swear doll like fancy girl things pretty of lips
sweat glimmer deeply a fraction of *** in
comely sweetness, sickly for need of hands
touching, and fathoms of finite sleeping
kisses: a thousand downy who press somewhat
like raindrops(only warm, not cold, never cold)
hotprobably kisses thousands impart deftly Summer
and live inside me: raw

                                          
                             new

                                        
                              

                                  beautifully


                      SUMMER,

                                   '

                              ,


                     .

health so clean, nimbly bright, in pink
and florid skin
(pale in pieces)
                           tight of

                           muscles

a body completely the smoothest cotton
in an old pair of underwear
breathes so neatly small
and tastes like young neck sturdy washed
in newmorning's
                                  hand

give me a day. i'll know you in the grass.
coming to a heart, press and sip of it.
sleep in the hour of a girl and lay a finger.
all things many. one thing never.

the earth.

                    a smile.

                                     laughter.

sour girls seem like corners drawn
deeply into briefly unsmiling faces
livid with rouge, mascara, and
                                                         eyes

cut of freezing, ice and, ivy (who like
sour girls uncurl)
                                  gently in the palm

of Summer's neat soft plush and hand
not Summer's but my hand, which
draws briefly unsmiling into livid with
my lips, rouge and mascara, faces

skinnyhips
breaknice
onpetal's
singe,elated
dancethe
washof
summe­r'sgiddy
stomachtanned
taughtlush
faultlessribbon
ofAsmile
(singl­e)                 sings
                                
                         of

                                cheeks

                          ******

                                 with
                        
                      green


                                mint


                         and



                    taste




                                like





                             gold

Dawn, at thy navel lies the errant fuzz of mountains
rough, slight, sulking shoulders  awash
                                                                ­         in thy muted crush
of swollen light cambered at the
waist and smeared with the
lumbering hulk of jasmine

come, undie, and summer you're like
don't sleep (at night even) in moon light
rushes straight lengths of uncoloured
flowers pale at bite of big with, same as
cheeks, mouth that agile flutters with
gossamer limp of sugar's hue and glowing
waft, O
                Summer

like naked, me, like you, I, each parcel
each languor of thy dark eyes is a house
holding my strained dust of burns with
incessant girl needing powder to coat
every petal dusted in my unprim lewd
often slight grin that wants for unbroken
never felt barren pages of wordless girlskin
and dig a ******* into monthly blood