when i've tripped a star
whole over night
the silver flinging
of its crispest muting has

a daughter shed
of lightness
eyes its
their
teetering upon
perfectly easy winking

and her hands are so
they feel like
like when
night is so long
and hot it
stifles moving into
a pinch of stillness contained

by the exactness of my square room
struggles to retain

that lovely burning
o' 'er
splendor splitting

wings so gentle
i painful pinning

have neatly to keep
their body's wonder
to my sheets

sweat so glowing
as like the yowl
of dying day
it cleaves easily
darkness

and it rises 'pon
love after
love it
soars

i have a most thing
it is very

and when it is
there is a rushing

it feels sometimes
its mouth does

i think itchy with
its stomach has

or its ribs

but most
it is mine

it is very

its lips are and teeth
(i kiss them)

they look so
and me

oh dear
my heart goes

this thing most
of
is
and very
it's so
most

i can never have more
than less
of as much
as i'd
like

at last again the dying

(this prickish

         the soft and)

Spring is to hotter

(body are

            the


                  more     )

become in Summer


        


          (a tongue)

of such heatness to move
articles of fun
to disdissemble gorgeously

they

's

shoulders fiercish cumly

and they's

muscles pointed
waists
attenuated
to hipish
widely spend


(that where

where spends

my wonder

to wonder where

what under there

is what underwear

                                    )

think
i hope
it's
skinny

it's
thin
neon easy

to "please"
too "please"
hot too
"please" to

remove please

on your knees
(please?)


in Summer where
under there
wears
an itchly urgish
to bare

the clefted fold
in freshly cloven 'air


in (the)
dying (Spring time)
the (only) pretty (ring time)


When Birds Do Sing

i my lips have been

    (to fling across impossible darkness)



A kiss


a curling
a soft
a mouth
a such achingly
a stupid and.


Across feeble immortal night
a blade of light
might that it would
its cut to part
that inken hood


to sleeps where curl'd
in girlish winking pearl'd
your heart's body
to cup it in my pinken furl

and a bit of sting
by Spring of pollen
your comely wisp
deepishly to imbibe


lifting thy swollen stupor

(press back the leaden lid
  )

sleep now
do not you
worry i'll

lift the tremble
i'll
carry

Dear,                     you so

and your
skinny heart
i will

,Sweetheart

impulse its beating to leap
clear your chest
and upon the night


        SOAR

by feathers of such kisses
as unknown by any
lady's lips

save

           Dear

                 the yours
                 easy
                 pink fantastic


cloaked in youth wild
and the rich sable
of lusting dankness

to be warmly moist with tender you

its eating body
of your nubile coffin full
its muscles sore
at your plaintive tug and pull

(the blanket your
shift of fayed
thighs the
bury hands
your head shortly
haired in a small
***** of my
gaped briefly
fluttering mouth

and a SQUEAK you
emit at my kiss i
can feel your ribs
'gainst my ribs i can
and snare more deeply
their sharpness
to my breast                  )

and Dear

sleep now
do not you
worry i'll

somewhere i am sleeping i can hear
the wind across
the span of my ear a flower
is bending in it is bent
bending in the wind
it is white
its petals are
its body is
thin it's green
it's yielding very
nicely

somewhere i am sleeping i can hear

the it need
you and by
febrile coarse

"****"me

the



you





your frail
uncommon
heat


it




feels
(*****)

the like
an eating of stings


feels grossly wonderful
(herking jerking wonderful)
to choke

to choke so nicely
to choke so pretty

grinning hot
a flash of sharpness:

redbeautifully scratching
me my oh why

not
   the shaking

          you


are not unlike
a very bud
split
at
the nape
of crowning

lussst

(a flower of my bed
so delicate shook

by cruel thrusting
the parting;

                      hip's crook

                                             )