in all of me there is you dying
and in you dying there is me

dying though less perfectly more

frailing ugly than.                                                          (I

like all are who
each less day
than more
darkness becoming.                                                                     Up

do you and think do you
me a bit of nothing want
to briefly more in kissing
have my body as your own?                                                                Shoulders have

in me where keep your lips
your heart and fingers too?                                                                        Prevailed

perhaps or instead
the wetness of your dew?                                                                      Lips

i think i think
i think i want that too.                                                                    Ecstatically

so please the dying more
of perfectly you                                                                         Ineloquent

the less of me to frail so ugly
a tender sprig of blue                                                           To

of common sky to enter
the dying perfect you                                                                          Eat)

root
about
you feels
how warm the
earth in)just spring

and root
deeply how
(in tightness
uncoils your love fist

totally

lilies lipped in dew
and coming morning's
health

when (root) you
singly divulge

one mute word of slender making light
and all that's quiet lives suddenly

in heaped burning

to lustfully cry:

SPR!NG

cream the soft you are is body
white

             shoulders


completely neat in kissing
easily blades

between muscles rigidly
tight and folding

                 folding


          and

fi


              n


     ger


                                s



yoursmine
teeth please too
a bit at least
because cream

the body soft

you are

is hurt nicely pleasant
and you know


                 (like i know)



pretty is pain

all the streets in girl things comely
arms a bit are haired in

               (tan and tan)


the golden crush of whose mute fingers
make blithe the spring
and against
find the night homely

piercingly the mooon against
into slivers thousand make
their drooping slender of cotton haste
as cherry petals,

                             a branch from shake


in the wind to uncurlsome
neatly wan ankles
and fists o' skin girlsome

crease and crease alike(andunlike)

gossamer



                          faintly





                                                          of




pinkest aching to part


To enter loving


To exit heart

i do not know a word
having only written i
can only say i do not know
how to read or a poem
perhaps in a book
where i thought i did
was a dream of
words and poems
amongst men
who know words
but only i can say
i do not know a word

dance me into entering waters

           (the sea)

i might dive or very cold
it is too hard(to swim

is though even steely wild
shifting ever for

                                     )

grey and grey and

(the sea)
who is steely wild
and very cold entering waters

dance me into

(and even though)

i am nothing the dying of closeness to perform
jet

          arrayed in ****** o' quivering lightness

my own body softly

in her living muss to fay

mychestherchest

or to bleed a stuttering rill o' life stuff

where carefully is laid a garden o' sleeping children
(uncreated

                       unlivid


                                              faultless­)


lust yet incredibly to fill
crease and crevice burns
and all muscles
the tightness for hurting yearns,



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