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PK Wakefield Jul 2012
so leapness, the body healthness, deeply blue
a white cool draught of unearthly peculiar
that staggers up July, doe and fawn
beleaguered nothing(stroked with sunlight)
striped of shadow litheness jumping
frivolously jaunt streams of gold
through a barely cupped hand(fingers splayed
'pon tawny break: night and day)

those strong youths die never
live always
                       perfect

unarrested, surging, tendon
the ripeness of your figure is

                   a fullness

                           a fleetness

                                a
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
motes
nicely
still
in a
pale
amber
shaft
of
sunlight
somewhere
in a
toowarm
quiet
room
(feel
a hand
motes
suddenly
tremble
into
life
dance
wildly
)return
to
           stillness
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
love's not mine

                    nor

                for

                        me

                  neither

                i
                   either

i not loved
                    exalter
                                  though

to speak love, say love, deftly

                 I
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
i got like 1 heart(red,electric,stupid)
pulse many till sleep long one dark
infinity, till then pulse 1 heart
red, electric, stupid hotly at the
arcuate hip, the comely mile
of a vermillion smile, the
fling of girl face bright
young perfectly
finite that into
dust tumbles
moment
before
moment
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
i think: come(unthink)music
carelessmusic softly lilting the
swept downy fiber, falling, flakes
come steeply, arrive on comely ears,
the nuisance of thy waft gentle exactly
and the bodies

                                    fay

met of muscles many in sweetness
honey one, long strain of thy cords
envelopes the snug sound of your
kiss

                              daft

as a raspberry pursed between
lips, fruitmouth,

your fragrant
hand is the most articulate violence

           the most unthink

                            music

the most ear full cringe of lewdness
(dear, the smart vastness of your
naked sigh is a murdering song
comes from paired lips, and single throat

         annihilator sound

         I

think:

           unthink
                           .
                              come
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
you look at nice at body baby not mind dear but you look like fast in lacey nothing baby you have eyes like you've seen ******* you but and baby i like might also to see in you me dear your straight short creaseless hips skinny broken are whole angels of nouns where i'd like to put a comma
PK Wakefield Jul 2012
wind?(do you complete      
                                                
                                          the night strangely
                                                
     ylteews come sreferp  
                                                
                                          hairlipped blue eyes and satin
                                                                  
     gawking dellips hair          
                                                    
                                          with downy sable
                                                                  
                ruf  wired  dna          

                                           split
                                           eagerly
                                           thighs
                                            )

                                            A ****** parenthesis(waiting to be filled
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