you remind me fingers deep(wetly plunging
kindler sparks

                              and

                                            the


                        complete



                                            collapsing

                           of


                   silence


softly meets, firmly, parting

slippery

coils

in briefly blushing. cheeks perhaps thighs, or)
fingers: your reminder
sets pale tinder
cloven
electric tender

say not rightly(withme)the name of everything
i won't say it not the way said it to say by everyone
nor will i

                   nor will i

                                        nor will i, so
                                        say it not right
                                        with me
                                        the name of everything

i think to starlight i am not strange
(but to men, maybe
              
                                    )because

the day's wife, night, is richly
a girl who wears a colour that
is not a colour but is better
because it has fast hair that
is so with sheen and it is
pearlescent its body is furred
in a trillion minute zeniths
on which i stack my feet
climbing into her mouth my
body becomes 1 of only
an infinite and though i
die i shall again be in her
not strange (a star)

                             but to men, maybe

fall i into perhaps september

              maybe autumn

                                        might

arrive in hot flowers from
the summer unclosed windows
inviting crisply

                              the wind

into a general elegance
ruffling the attenuating
hour of heatish bruting
summer

                        shall collapse

into a million colours that,
etched in trees, shall say

                 to us dying:

                     is also beautiful

lay in me your heart and
i will lay in yours mine i
will take yours and part
the petite strain of your
song and put in it the
sound of my finite kiss
i will carry you in my
kiss and i will imp
its fluttering cure to
your slender back i'll
put under your wings
the hot breath of my
heart will lift with each
pulse it will raise you
up to my mouth and i
will coddle the blithe
splendor of your wan
tousled comely fragrance

(you are like forest in Spring
you are full of magic and
you are young new fragile
between a Saturday and a
Sunday you laid sleeping
and you laid in my heart

         yours

i like words and you are 1,
you are a word that has
pristine calves, marble thighs,
and **** like arrows

your word is slight, it has
cheeks peppered in crimson
'gainst my palm, your word
fits nicely in my lips

it is a little bit tan, and grins
when i fumble over it my
mouth trying to say your

word

you're short unbridled hair is lady
fleeced in muscles downy soft with
wide hips and baby,

your skin is a pale house over me
arcing head back, your tongue is
nimble and it feels like hot wet
with my tongue,

your wrists are thin and your
door is tight and your eyes
flash with needing for my
roughness,

you want the charged release
of my love fist unfurls in the quaint
chamber of your pale house is
sick with me,

and i like how you're a valkyrie
that's short hair unbridled lady
head is arcing back and the
strenuous filament of your arm
strums electric the downy soft
with wide hips

                               and baby,

                                           '

                                     ,


                           '


                !