she it who little nervously is

most soft
most innocently head

throbbing

between neck and air to be

loved to be

needed to be

wanted of more than body always
can't but to "I guess

we don't have to
tell
my            boyfriend.

i love whose swift wonder is the barely day at absolute neatness of death
when
bones the soil
ribs of shadow softly,

                                                            It

pounces by lean irrevocable muscles of serene nonsense
a forest that
melts as cool toffee,


                                                             Warm

slick easy between frigid bars of darkness leaping
(that where girls are always laughter
and health is never keeping   )

this little gilt feels into darkness more
everyday Pink
emblazoned
on its *** emblazoned
every day
Pink
into
darkness
f
e
els.

quiet


road


between


bending grass

crimson little lake break
where there

          (sigh)

"again"

emits

           twixt


thigh and thigh

           apart

suddenly when

17 "please  ?      "

who writes a poem death that the world calls life God
in inimitable shades of city laughter rain and smelling
with the bulge of incessant betweens where clothed
in the clutched clefted pinch of love all boys are telling

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