if only tell me something fragile say perhaps LOVE dreamless blustering of lips tumble
through years distinctly smelling of old sweaters in a careful blade of summer turn
and turn hotly shoulders into sometimes air the fullness of your breath
and fall from heaven (piercing gently every cloud)
in softness stricken with girl arms parting
stabbed by my arms parting
and fill me burning

light,

"goodnight" (oh and by the way
love though you) i

(walking briefly away) by your door
wilting

streetlight stands awkwardly half

(wilting and half awkwardly splits)

dusky silent ruby

lips and body

(then)"goodnight"

turns

,only don't hurt   me)  
                                          
please cuz          you  
even still                  i
                                      
though for        ages            
                                        
and for         though    
                                            
cuz                 please        
a year and almostA
                                      
since felt you          i        
                                      
little and          small              
                                      
even                  many
black with   cropped      
thousands        softly
coiled in my  handss
you                       cuz
a year almost it  was
cold like        outside
novembering     Rain
now though cuz      a
year             ALMOST
octobering           and  
                                        
even                though
a year almost       still
lingers (though now)
small                 many
still                  lingers
your smell in       my
nostrils
                     instantly
recalling           when
(outside        juneing)
sun you me         and
Oregon  every  night
drank plum       wine
and                  ******
(I'm writing to    you

19prettylikes

                      

               (handsfeetandbound)


likespretty19



                               (writhinggaspplease)sir.pleasesirplease


prettylikes19



                                       (freshhard)"******,sir"



19likespretty




                                                 (withherheadinmattress)shallowlittle

                                                 and a breath of fingers

                                                 inhermouth19

                                                 pretty


                                                 likes

do you(dust)feelemptytinglingD
                                                     u
                                                        s

                                                 t

do you feel elegant quivering elatedU


                                            S



                                                                  T


in pale and in comely glued arrivers
sharp straight white.do you feel cool
touched (your shoulders nape sternum
) brushed gentler climbing rapidly
quivers AND u            s                                                  t


do you whorl 'pon my palm?as presses
through your body its kiss fastly andUST

do you know, between light and darkness,
FLESH?
                 do

         you

                   know

      lilting


                     fl

              utt

                        er

         a
         n
         d

                                         hush?


(you know.

                        as know i.


                                                         you)

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                                                                                                                                                                             .

i by nothing invincible life steal
and steal again

into unearthly frigid sleeping night

crux and crux 'pon,

and strange furious tumult of lust
whorled ear strains to catch

lifting my finger to scratch her
opaque stomach one frail sliver
of light, stop that murmuring
never endlessly mutters beauty
impossibly amorous careful wind

tugs sepals into the mute kisss
of dawn: colour more blindlingly supple