for some reason:

stars moon sun

and

?why

for nothing as i can tell

save pretty

which is nice but

why and stars should moonsun

bright differently heaven

my hands are in you

my taste and my ***

you feel wetter  tight and

why

it is funny





                        Livingdying



because                                       ,


(careful and new Spring
) is

autumn, thing. well

almost maybe

do you suppose, Dust

for ****** old maid

that passes quicker into nothing

it is funny


that because, lady

your fruit is nice and ripe
though for second
and forever won't

livingDying

do you suppose?

when i die there will a star
(wade out)
from my lips
into darkness
and it shall                  burst

it will part

and from its parting

tumbleshall

the sky quick with gold
and sleeping will flowers
touch lightly the etching
that shimmers and boiling
pollen with will mingle
in babbeling and hushed
coloures

i have said you
have said i and
through your
lips have walked
my words has
parted human
breath and from
it shook a whole
sea has threaded
by moonlight
never stilled the
words that are you
that i have spoken
and you have said
restless coils of ******
silver thick waves has
heaved in silence and
gasping ****** unstill
forever the word i have
spoken and that have
parted a whole sea from
****** coils of human breath

i could (outside hear  )

            "clip

                     clop


                     clip


                                  clop

                                      clip"

                                                  outside

                                                     i
                                                    could
                                                   hear
                                                  (smell)
                                                 steam
                                                expelled
                                               rapidly
                                              night
                                             children
                                            laughter
                                           and
                                                  "clip

                                                clop
                                             clipclop
                                    clip

                                           clop


                                clip"

ears pricked

                       eyes

                                 bloodshot


                                            and

                                                  "clop
                                                           clip

                                                         clop
                                                             clip

                                                             clop
                                                                 clip"

                                                             gentler
                                                               farther
                                                                 gentler
                                                                    farther

                                     and


                         "clop
                                clip
                              clop
                                clip
                               clipclop
                              clopclip
                             clicclop



                                

                                         clip

                                                      "

i am really good at can get inside
your voice and neck

i can get louder

and louder

i can perspire from thy breast

              A RoSE

and follows after scarlet hips
stem, thorns, the parting of
petals from come and more

louder and louder say, "yes":
a stem that's thorn follows
into parted petals, your voice
and neck gets louder and

louder

gets

summer is life's perhaps

it has a colour like the

taste between girl's thighs:

dark with thin salt and thick is sweet bright

unclosed roughlysupple

it feels soft around my cheeks
(and the slight down that enamors
it like velvet is)

and like between girl's thighs
my lips muscles and shoulders
want to

because

summer is life's perhaps