how  of,

              
       U wen

've               been

wine amongst such dower trees as Spring:

a perched upon
a string of suddenly
cool night has


           alighted

with weft of surging flower
a stumbling drunkness of **** infinite self

(a parting of easy fragrance   )                  soft

at the hinges

and wet between

the peels of rough human knees:


                                                           (some hand; some soft
                                                            
                                                             At play

                                                             at hurtfully
                                                             entering eager pain    .)


                                                                             t
                                                                             h
                                                                             e
                                                                         sound
                                                                             o
                                                                             f
                                                                         fingers;

            
                                                                 the sound of love.

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.

das licht ist

.  .   .   .    .     .       . kinda

kinder

like . like

nacht ist.

like kinda
canis
can
(can-can; you do the?)
canem

                                      edit.

how who

                    through


new what

          (crisp)******

of uncouth
****** glass:

                           BUILDINGS!                                                     (awholecity


suddenly of unerupting stillness
leaps by
slick courage of burning liquor
a slightly old

               )a slightly stupid(

boyness of incorrigible grinning
arms of hands by body youth sick

a girlnesss about


entwining into steep darkness of hard love:

      some mouth open.


      some mouth eager.

how do you mouth so
between my legs
i cannot believe it
the way like
stars explode when
completely of unfalse self
you give me you

       r

rough little
with about fuzzz
of recently shaved hurting
,to fully press with pressing part
,of all life filled
with girls and girls
full of boys full of
mouths of girls
about wrung ringing
of pert pretty ****.

(i cannot believe
and love is this perhaps
not love not
nice or
completely of
soft kneading
to play)                                     but i love


and how can say

the exquisite throat mouth
you've got way down in your
gulp of tight  hair between
my fingers your self that
it is so nice

To give                                                      .

go white all the treetops.

in wet winter where,
there are there
such things in unskin bare.

(little tips tops tree'd little
hard in pink with a just slit
of a bit right under
the electric stroke furring
riot of terse tightness . )

how about in two tongues of wide
mouths of gagging on a four armed
two backed beast of short ripe and
long withered gushing at the heaves
of glitter and sweat summer?

(I have wanted to be a whole forest of roots so deep in you I can feel your soil in each rich wreathe of slightly sublime sometimes).

how about we go down to the water
i'll write you some ******* poem
about ******* poems i wrote about
******* you next to the water not
wetter than you

Nobody cares.