there will begin of my lips a certain impractical lewdness
and though ugly
it shall increase
and increase

till drowns it every other thing
and i shall name it

i shall call it

LoVE

life is an improbable nothing
it is a muscle
it is *******

it makes hands with hands
and speaks not a word

nor is a number

nor is countable

it is a whole and it is a moment

beyond heat, it burns

and say i (life little; life improbable)

speak not a word
be uncountable

be not a number

breath: there is nothing like you
a flower, the river next to it, a
strain of summer and



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                                                                ­                                                                 ­      nothing

who (unopen) came by 3or2
simple detours of images great
first trekking rediscovered unclosing?

                    Art,

whose work is                             men,
first

is nothing but this

I think--mystery (doyou?) more unrigidly
suppose waters sweet and waters salt
mingle in kissing and shall they make?

founding all kiss

all feel

stomach and rib?

and suppose god,         do you think?

rib and loving, for i care
and give again in exchange

my side to part
my bone to pare

and for but only that: kiss

nights   sweat    pash

skin and skin and skin
(all nice. all lovely. all
clothed in unique mysterious
beguiling)

                      ankle and calf


breast and stem

for this i infer something perfect

(i less)

and think,

                       therefore,

                                                kiss

men
          ,
                   i've

never met one

of those but

                boys

every             i

have         met
in some   nice

suits,       they

had and shoes
were polished
clean   leather
talking about
"how          one
time he ******  A
Girl and"   he's
sitting    across
from me Greek
his hair is white
a little and  his
eyes,

                No

                men?

never


               met one


but,

                     boys

I have been too long from love
which is warm sand 'tween
my toes, the sun, and the shore
'gainst the infinite murmur
is slender, full, and thick with
people and people and people

skins many some golden others
pale as snow, but not that let's
recall your short dark and olive

           (hair;body)

teeth imperfect perfect and above
splayed the wide umber of thy nose
and above pierced twin pools of jade
(

           and below)

lean firm
distilled youth easy
******* effortless
stomach soft marvelous

(now from sand up)

feet pleasing colours
toes chips
calves diamonds
on bones
thighs unmerciful
and inward folding
hungrily 'tween they

a small stubble

and

heaven