a heart completes, by preferred effort of word, vague love
over sea (many boys always) teeming
yearning with lust

                                   as
                                          I

uncoy, notshy, approach, baby, to ask you darling
might you also like to

                                           ****

mouth quickly incredible tripping with youth meekly feels
moist, single, and crimsonly accelerates two bent velvet
lengths of lip, mouth, singly imports a kneading on my
short lanks of uncoloured. Dear,

                                                          who small, wan, paleness
                                                          of cheek is writ with the
                                              quiver
                                                          of
                                                                cupid's
                                                                               pricking,

                                                    treads
                                                               of thy nostril, lip, and ear silver
                                                               hangs a curving set of beads from
                                                               thy nose

                                                                                 and the back of your
                                                                            head
                                                                      is
                                                              nice
                                                     under
                                                 my
                                           hand
                                     pressed
                                  thickly
                                 into
                                 cotton
                                  and
                                    your
                                       back
                                         ,which,
                                            slithers
                                              and rolls
                                            says,
                                                      "hello, destroyer"

come hearts 2

                             softly

                                          


                       2



                                       hearts


             splayed of


                                            ribs



        ­                   twained



                 of breast




                                             2




                        hearts




             in2(1

feel lipped white,

many of tiny
                        
                            sea

                                        crests

                                        the fitness of your

                                                                body

                                                                 is ruined

                                                                 ,perfect,

                                                                  iron grey

                                                                  with frigid

                                                                   and lipped white

                                                                   many tiny

inside me live, raw new beautifully, Summer
swear doll like fancy girl things pretty of lips
sweat glimmer deeply a fraction of *** in
comely sweetness, sickly for need of hands
touching, and fathoms of finite sleeping
kisses: a thousand downy who press somewhat
like raindrops(only warm, not cold, never cold)
hotprobably kisses thousands impart deftly Summer
and live inside me: raw

                                          
                             new

                                        
                              

                                  beautifully


                      SUMMER,

                                   '

                              ,


                     .

health so clean, nimbly bright, in pink
and florid skin
(pale in pieces)
                           tight of

                           muscles

a body completely the smoothest cotton
in an old pair of underwear
breathes so neatly small
and tastes like young neck sturdy washed
in newmorning's
                                  hand

give me a day. i'll know you in the grass.
coming to a heart, press and sip of it.
sleep in the hour of a girl and lay a finger.
all things many. one thing never.

the earth.

                    a smile.

                                     laughter.

sour girls seem like corners drawn
deeply into briefly unsmiling faces
livid with rouge, mascara, and
                                                         eyes

cut of freezing, ice and, ivy (who like
sour girls uncurl)
                                  gently in the palm

of Summer's neat soft plush and hand
not Summer's but my hand, which
draws briefly unsmiling into livid with
my lips, rouge and mascara, faces

skinnyhips
breaknice
onpetal's
singe,elated
dancethe
washof
summe­r'sgiddy
stomachtanned
taughtlush
faultlessribbon
ofAsmile
(singl­e)                 sings
                                
                         of

                                cheeks

                          ******

                                 with
                        
                      green


                                mint


                         and



                    taste




                                like





                             gold

Dawn, at thy navel lies the errant fuzz of mountains
rough, slight, sulking shoulders  awash
                                                                ­         in thy muted crush
of swollen light cambered at the
waist and smeared with the
lumbering hulk of jasmine

come, undie, and summer you're like
don't sleep (at night even) in moon light
rushes straight lengths of uncoloured
flowers pale at bite of big with, same as
cheeks, mouth that agile flutters with
gossamer limp of sugar's hue and glowing
waft, O
                Summer

like naked, me, like you, I, each parcel
each languor of thy dark eyes is a house
holding my strained dust of burns with
incessant girl needing powder to coat
every petal dusted in my unprim lewd
often slight grin that wants for unbroken
never felt barren pages of wordless girlskin
and dig a ******* into monthly blood

lipdeep pour a gallon of fresh girlhips
full of boylips

easyof stumbling inept eating

saltness suddenly departs sanity

fitness and keenly bridles a whole throat's
distinct warbling pale voice louder increases
on quiet and increases into a lurid bruise
a slender violence of feminine mouth

"by the way," i thought, "you looked real nice
pierced (thigh barb) by a." mouth that should
instantly lingers

                                   down your hip
                                   on its bladed heap, my wholly *****
                                   love stands on end

leans more steeply into them and like vague
intense teasing tenses at the scalloped fringe
of madness, stings soft pink lipped rivers of
gasping(fingernails in my                                    shoulders)in yours

an army of smallsharp, agilemuscled, and into colored
chips of searing spend a long
ruddy

                 scratching

chest deep, thick as

nice sweeeet

                         salt glossed

                         a splayed fathom

                         of  girlthighs

                         ends in jointed parting

              departs
                             heavy
                                         2tongues 4 lips four lips
                                           pours a kiss

mint
          lipbiting
                          and

Earth: O divider, many of breaths
under foot that Springs to leap
where petals spilt in colors sleep
comes of life, and plumbless depths

Heart: O multiplier, many of press
crimson short who soon abeys
in summer's flesh you're wont to play
yet capped in bone of finite chest

So split thy fold of hindered letter
with poppies golden, let and mix
no point distinguished, no standard fixed
no chain of words, no useless fetter

For nothing wonders a lidded eye
of constant night by single sigh

from a long girl, drinks a glass
of some short chilled evenings
ringed in dapper night coming
purple, big, over everything her
fair lunging breath in flowers
sweetest smelling, dark, and
sleeping. pollen, laughter, ice
in a long girl, drinks a glass of
smoother softness in slow
light, dying, faster than a
short chilled evening (next to
a somewhere park, trees, and
a dog barks

by spaded hand
the cloven earth
receives the root
a seed and weeps
a new flower with
fragile completely
petals that in even
meekest shooking
bend
           and

                     fractures

lightening I, baby, struck deeply
cleaving thy smile

thigh sticky
                       and to the lip

brimming, teeters, dear, you
on me

crests up thy body, arched
totally and splits the quiet

seething
                   aches

                                a
                                         yowl

i would, perhaps, a 1,000 folded lips
crease into 1
                       kiss

the venom of thy cheeks
a smooth immolation

              REDpretty

with white beneath
neatly in rows
                                   that sharp
                  
         but



feel good

nice and
                ,

           .

                ,


   .

little i who?(little eye you)

         of stem straight

unbroken

                   wreathed in dew

petal pretty    ,    come    ,          and new

the earth lean,

                                    the body true


                                                          ­         a colour virile

                                                         ­              wearing view
                                                            ­        
                                                        ­    (strange, dearly,
                                                              un­couth flower
                                                          ­     fleet of scent
                                                           ­     tumbles thine
                                                           ­      flesh with mine
                                                            ­      lip and lip
                                                             ­      crotch, with vine
                                                            ­        fresh barely Summer
                                                          ­           the produced heat
                                                            ­          of thy
                                                             ­          downy muss
                                                            ­            is wiry dark
                                                            ­             short hair and
                                                             ­             of tastes sweat
                                                           ­                salt, long nights, not sleeping, and between thighs: caffeine

a lot of things i'm

      got

2eyes2hands2lips
and a mouth between
them and a voice between
that and a heart i've got a chest
where it's red and it moves a more
at you it goes like a deer wildly through
startled brilliant lances of light in a once was
placid, soft, and smooth copse of never trees

that wouldn't (for anything) yield, neither
would it want to but you're like sweating
in the dead of water (between autumn and spring)
frozen,
                 cool,

                                 warm,

see it's like nothing how unfrail the wrist
**** pale with a couple of tan lines where
a used to bracelet
                                  gold probably

flickers a hand
in out of an open window

                             i beneath

pass the spontaneous words of a mother
said by his father
and the whole vague riot of boyness
incised in bones
                                that wear eyes

                                       that look up
                
            and wonder
what kind of girl is on the other
end of a flickering hand
on a pale wrist
                                                       withtanlines

it all begins in a hand in a hand
loose
        ,
easy with

fingers and tipped

with jade, vermillion or,
black because.

                            in

a hand easy
a hand feels small soft
and it's comfortable to grip
being soft and small and tipped
with vermillion, jade or, black because.

smooth, pretty, and it feels really good
between two layers of cotton skin that's
got a coupling of scars, ink, and the nicest

****
sharp with pink
in hands
feels really good
and it always begins


                                                   like that

all eyes(oneseeing)

                                     comes

                      

               between lids


a fragment

                          of looks


     sick

          at

young people necking
necks dripping
dew,b
           e
         a
          d
         s
             and glitter
                       on a lid
                          who
                            eye
                            comes
                            a
                           fr
                              agment
                            of all seeing

to die? i think it is appropriate
that you should less of striving
body into the vast littleness of
nokissing, lips never, and ivory
bare of the candor of your muscles
spokes of whitest, spindles become
and dust

                  lastly

in my own who littler leans youth
everyday and who lunges with
splendor

                   golden deep
                   brown lovely

brass like skin and a fairies
waist obstinately arcuate
concaves into

                             convex a

lot like rain hips

fall wetly on my open hands

like cool with a cigarette suspended
between
                lips

hangs off the cute blot
of *******
in a hotel room
                              )her

tongue

                    that a

               stud interposes

             ,

feels like rolling static
                                       with a black eye


                                        (on bruised knees)

you know i know you i
do dear
i've known you over
the front(groaning)seat

            bent baby

i know you

feels like, your mouth, i like it
little hot crushed
(wettest ember of thy face)
to mine, darling, your

hair

                     is immense

tangled briefly

with my fingers

against the excelling nub
of thy fragrant skull                dear, i

press drink and of, into

                                            my

.                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                      

























                 ­                                                                 ­                                you
                             ­                                                                 ­                     me
















.

in so night pert stings of

           (pouting *******)

where laid a finger's boy
(his whole)
trembles nothing
quivers on the aching crush
of finest ribs
     just

spindles hardly distend
in cambered hush

impatient, smiles

O life, darling fatal life
gives of cloven earth
in vagrant summer
the pretty tempest of
because girls
rust centered, copper hewn
in sundresses
on a street corner
the lipping span
of deepest health

palest inch of human health
who fringed at the edges with
hurting and raw pink a little
like a tulip on the faintly
murdered hush of caving night
is slick with wetness
                      
                   (petals, stem, and earth)

digs a root into breathless miles
of rich, wanting,

                                  dirt

If I remember correctly there was, eating into the rough and big of a quiet and unsnowed languid mountain, a road neatly where trodden a boy and girl (all day) who came to the body of a lake in the last wisp of summer gently amorous of their shoulders suffused a wreathe of light on bough and stem. Gentler, still, who even than irrelevantly brushed their limbs in copper and beaded dew of striving youth. I, if I remember correctly, was a boy who in a summer one time, by the body of lake, knew a girl. who said,

                                                                                                                                                                   she loved him.

looking real smart between flats
and a bob (in a sundress)
stands some fun

with cute red lips i
think would

be nice
             to get inside

i don't like you
no i
        like you

only when you R
with me
                   skin

                   bones (probably)

                   and hips

                   full

                   with my hips

let me just stumbling through finite health and glib, sturdy, night gather you up into immortal fleck of dying perfect girl(whose hair, swiftly annihilators, many short and wonderful dark, smells like living, balmy, and dirt)like the moon, drawn exactly round against the nape of common onyx heaven. And, i, carefully stupid
shall impart

                                            deliberate

                                  clumsy

                                                               ­    boylips

or the neat, pleasant, wind or
the meek pleasing almost like
there is outside. An ocean or
a trillion(very small mouths)
who pile into one minute
tumult the whole of every
lung. Which is the slight breeze
that presses across your shoulders
and nape
                  suddenly

when the lid of god's sullen eye                    Springs
                                                         ­           and out
                                                             ­       is borne
                                                           ­         that fleetest
                                                        ­            that fleetingest
                                                     ­               ****, innocent
                                                        ­            lust
                                                ­                    of
                                          ­                          Spring

wanting the good veneer
of boy eyes
girls
in tiny pieces
of neon
perspire
from the *******
of Friday

crawling up
their calves
into most life's
boywanted
aperture

at a turn down slopes into
slender night
                          a path

i know through a forest
where, lovely, though
and dark and deep

but for promises to keep
i shall not sleep

big, pale, spider wrist a
with an old man onit
who in its legs lays
a notlikeoldmen
young girl (5maybe6or) 's

hand, which he tells, "dear,"
about how, "when I was a
younger man, and the world
a bit slower, pirouetted, a fraction
of youth whitely
with me                            and dear
someday
                  you'll

be someone's wife. who'll love you
and dear, you will be beautiful
when I, like now, your hand in my hand,

shall                       walk

you to him down between the real
prettiest fountain of petals
from your family cast
by hands that bore you
to this moment and pass you
into his
                 .dear, I on that day, will cry

                     and laugh."

neatly performed life
between a girls thighs

             a boy

i knew last summer

                who

loved a fairy with
a piece of steel in her
nose
            got

caught in the cut
of her
downy sable
and

            gentle

sweep of eyes
where crispest jade
spent a rounded chip
of beautiful
                         pain

frail i, in moonlight shall, march
up wisp of spring
into gabled spilt
juice
of curving dawn

orange
whose rind
like the human also
drys

           withers

                            sloughs

does swoon?O river you
nimble
                 wet

and completely
                             tongue

pink
            underwear
            (underwhere?)
              Underthere
              
                  splitfoiled
                          tousledskirt

hurts with a sugar,mouth,and moon
under who
a little creeps
girls with fire like skin
and bodies (oh and what)
girls with
                    electric

felt in their shook full
hips

            where lays

                        everyboy

i never was a star
nor fell
nor in your eye
did a glimmer of me
gleam
               yet

i loved thee
O and how i did
i loved thee so
like because April rain

loves the skin of just flowers
hardly stems
with green and aching verdant
murdered night

where supremely reigns the
coy hush of shook heavens
purpled tears

O i, who loved you, did
like that improbably
like
next to a river
where you sat
wide perfect nose
bent 'pon the distillation
of a rose

who like you
beautiful
crimson lipped
bore a snare
on which wells
the split flesh of my palm
also

              crimson rain

if i seem strange forgive me
it's just that i sometimes know
the littlest secrets of the hiddens
and of magic
                            and blood

that hides in flowers
                                          but at

night comes out like a song
and is fair and ugly but not mean
and has the body of the nicest girl
that you would want to kiss
but will never let you
because even though she's not
mean
            but nice

instead, but she'll never let you
kiss her because she's coy
with cherry red lipstick and
a smart haircut

                               so

please forgive me if i seem
a bit strange because really
i'm sorry
                  if it bothers you

.                                                     I
                                                     at
                                                    The
                                                   sharpest
                                                  new
                                                     clean
                                                 blade
                                                of
                                                    dawn
                                               which performs
                                              the colour
                                             of life
                                                        in
                                           A curving sheet
                                          of condensed
                                         flowers
                                                      am lifted
                                        impractically
                                       petal
                                      upon petal
                                                to
                                    the breathless coronet
                                                     of
                                  unspeakable
                                 love

there was unfat, a face with a grin, that wears a body
like a man without hope next to the grocers yesterday
skin and bones, a face that wears a man like a body
without food, veins clearly and muscles also, from a
body with a face that wears a man without hope or
food

              but grins

unnicest winter die please cold
and let Spring unlaboured
                          unclosed Spring come

please, winter dying, that for you
coats and hats
tightly of bodies worn
from the slick ice
thinly which veils
the limbs of trees, naked, save for
thy