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              "You turn me on in a different way that I'm not used to."































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                                ­              "I wrote you a poem."



























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i   have   felt   you ,
the           entering ,
of  a whole world
inside               me

   (I am its mouth)

but          it speaks

through your lips

Dying: that's life–who is a boy

sitting alone; and knows,

but writes a poem anyway.

the moon that
i like parting waters
of brief ocean
have kissed

is like
(cheeked more in)
downy vests
of young flesh

( red haired
  firm titted
  laughing. )        a very slender hollow



between deep roots



(where even dying grows)

over a red mountain sits the sunningly
die gorgeous
of the whole life's world that

where that

i

plunged myster-ly
up into

rising upon

(a thousand quick years)


to set my teeth into


each brilliant folly of my self
(                       –a foible which
all men
share)

some wet some centillion of how about i've been waiting all day to
stick it in you(r) mouth please let's kiss i love you so much i want to ****
you i want to tell you i love you don't be afraid because i want to love you
i want to *******; it was really hot and you sweat all over me (all over
me) when in the middle of the day i ****** you in a park parking lot i got a ticket on the way to get in your mouth you tasted so good and can we do it again next week?