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PK Wakefield Jul 2012
***** summer(deeply1st)on edge
season, bonny, svelte and croons
with wide cheek rouge splashed
damson thick eve: muscled up
thick little back splayed fitness
invites sin(2ndnever)body the
white heather, comely fragranced,
dew weeping lilies are hushed
coolly at petals crush, the stem
carries 'pon winsome morn
and
                the faintly murdered, caving rush
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
the defined of nothing of chaste finite summer,
you of primrose heat
you of whitely stroked youth
you of pale and freckled dumb beauty
you of faultless poppied fields, sick with colour

you, Summer, neat of hands, sticky of lip
blunder sweetness: candied sighs of limp fragrant
earth, Summer, the deepest languor of thy supple
thighs, eat. laugh. die.
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
terrible. O fleck, downy gusseted
sharpness keenly hidden, cruel
barbed softness coddled sweet
blade of permitting lips, allowed
hurtness of ivory shoulders,
                                                     tremble
                                                                     shoulders
                                                                                        : you wanted (you didn't) didn't you?)
                                                                                          my roughness, Dear, my words
                                                                                          hard(handharder,)Dear: snownecked
                                                                                          doe(white)the neatness of your
                                                                                          body wrecked?the pen dipped?ink
                                                                                          blot spreading?Dear for pain, you
                                                                                          need

                                                                                                         ?you
                
                                                                                                                       ,I

                                                                                                                               ,asked


                                                                                                                                               ,want me

                                                                                                                                 to


                                                                                                            hurt?said you,


                                                                                                                   PLEASE
                                                                                                                                  .
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
a heart completes, by preferred effort of word, vague love
over sea (many boys always) teeming
yearning with lust

                                   as
                                          I

uncoy, notshy, approach, baby, to ask you darling
might you also like to

                                           ****
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
mouth quickly incredible tripping with youth meekly feels
moist, single, and crimsonly accelerates two bent velvet
lengths of lip, mouth, singly imports a kneading on my
short lanks of uncoloured. Dear,

                                                          who small, wan, paleness
                                                          of cheek is writ with the
                                              quiver
                                                          of
                                                                cupid's
                                                                               pricking,

                                                    treads
                                                               of thy nostril, lip, and ear silver
                                                               hangs a curving set of beads from
                                                               thy nose

                                                                                 and the back of your
                                                                            head
                                                                      is
                                                              nice
                                                     under
                                                 my
                                           hand
                                     pressed
                                  thickly
                                 into
                                 cotton
                                  and
                                    your
                                       back
                                         ,which,
                                            slithers
                                              and rolls
                                            says,
                                                      "hello, destroyer"
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
come hearts 2

                             softly

                                          


                       2



                                       hearts


             splayed of


                                            ribs



        ­                   twained



                 of breast




                                             2




                        hearts




             in2(1
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
feel lipped white,

many of tiny
                        
                            sea

                                        crests

                                        the fitness of your

                                                                body

                                                                 is ruined

                                                                 ,perfect,

                                                                  iron grey

                                                                  with frigid

                                                                   and lipped white

                                                                   many tiny
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