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                                          in(justskin
                                                             you there
                                                                                  just are
                                            a lot
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                                                               what i like to kiss

school, you're gettn so young
so gettn so soft and firmly gettn
(with legs all in tightness clothing
them and skirts shortly) so i'll get
my hand down your stomach
into your fluff and
                                   oh
                                     !

i swiftly, will into casually skies, wade fire into them and they alight on me cut like
sharp little eyes those heavens got such brusquely painted vaults all blue and slightly
they swim with whiteness in them are so puffed and drifting lazily on copper swooping
twilight they become a bit usual. but i comfortable and dauntless sleep in their heart, my blood ,
crinkles on the waxing moon's lustrous ***** (and it does roll crimson beads down through
each marvelous breast to upon her belly and becomes a singing bird of autumn and it dies

**** so little tremble(littletremblingthing)
you rough prickle, 'gainst my lips prickle
your day old stubble(idon'tcareifithurts
abit)and deeper digging mouth does
and those tiny splinters(asyousprout
yourentirelyquakingbody)get so
snugly piercing my skin i (but i didn't
care a bit even if they rip it clean from
my cheeks; those minute spears of yours
)pressing steeply even further i do
to get your fiercely pleasant muscles
up 2 1 startled splendor
(when you open sharply and cave out
one stifled ROAR,

getting so falling
the leaves as rust
                             a
                        
                          r
                  e
                 t
                           o

                                drifting
      heaps

                      piling  handsomely
                                            by dead
                                                     whom eats
                                                                      the trees
                                                                             (the sky generally says rain2day

become 1 whole thing and do yourself in days so filled with posies they thickly shall encumber thy shoulders and you will wear heaven in thy paleset raiment (thy face over cheeks, your skin is so a smart whisper, where i set my tingling fortuitous lips). thou art a song, from out the mouth of cherubs, tumbling into my ears and i harken to smoothly each quaking electric note of your body firmest nearly pressed ‘gainst my body and i pull you down into me. into my ocean rushing into you, and i become gods

do even reams of woods ? black as steeply whispering trees
                                                  (in dreams they do)
they speak creeping boughs
over laughter 'neath them
the dirt between their toes
                                                                                                     The
                                                                                                             Very earth
                                                                                                              Is their laughing
                                                                                                     The  
                                                                                                              Birthed vegetation
                                                                                                              Swayed slightly
                                                                                                                                                       by the hand of wind
                                                                                                                                                       and night so hewed
                                                                                                                                                       by pins from out her
                                                                                                                                                       they sparkle savagely
                              i walk
                                            , the earth upholds,
                                                                                   i am contained by nothing




                                                                                   ;
                                                               .

when you come:

                                           (youare1elatedquiver
                                                                                )
rushing through flesh
breath sharply and
,mouth usually
arrives to an IMMENSE electric
contracting spinal erectors        (and i,m down
                                                        ,coddling sternly
                                                        ,your wetly savage
                                                         by tongue mostly
                                                         creeping fastly
                                                         in your lips nestled
                                                         jolting delicate pearl
                                                                      a
                                                                 n       d
                                                         begin, from 'neath U  ,
                                                         your ecstatic writhing thing

when i have gotten so deep
in things i've thought very fullest flowers
whom trundle out the earth
and to light they climb the air
and open they buds
softly kissing supple night

heaped i
with dirt shall
produce a babe
(greenly a thousand
****** against the sun
will stand against his heat
)a shimmer gently child
of softly hair mostly
a body innumerable
so thick with verdance

            (and
                i will
           laugh
               and say,
       "was there ever any death?"

O, earth your heart
i(init),plant,1 seed:

my heart,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

rooting splendidly
between your lungs

does breath an ultimate
lily whom i pull to my
chest from out your
pale shoulders it marvels
on **** imperfect beating

(the stiff impossible soil
forget me in it
when last finally
all motion ceases)but till then              ,               hang me in your lips

hulking radiant fragrant lips
i will be a god in you
and whisper terrifically
your name in even immensest
consuming stillness(and the grass will eat of me; and i will be a garden    !
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l          a

                 (p freshness

                      over every sense of lightness

                         you heave about yourself

                           and sleep so deeply

                           even dead was

                       never  so still

                   as you slumbering

                steeped in cotton

             i pull from you

          and met with

       your flesh

mine

i am mostly i and i am mostly fascinated with women and their forms and bodies and the elegant fulcrum of their waists and the very softness of their skin and how the sun mingles them in the summer air they are the very ample petal of the earth and they blossom from the rough soil of it and they sing upon wind and i sing them. they are more beautiful than nothing else is more beautiful than they littlest and firmest flesh i would kiss upon them flowers and in mountains of them i lay at their very feet and i would tell each one how fathomless and perfect are their eyes (and they don't know it)

                                                                                      (but i do)

(keep lips firmly)up on my lips parted
does dawn sprawl about the grass
and feet mingle in the blades
or hours peeling back
to reveal 1
                     immolating fester
shoved upon my chest
  your fingers and your *******
   ****** o'er my face
    as i complete between you
     one rising quickly shout

if do i(upon a rising fallen)
lift first myself to teeter
with breaths totally mingling
on the very subtle quiver

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and up the face of brevity
to one eternally beginning
(in were mounds of poppies
who vaulted swiftly blood
to swim upon your face

injust(ladies

,so wet ladies,

summer you are almost naked

and dance beneath feat

the cherry knives o’ you

cut sweetly in me

and every hot root

is such deeply splayed

thighs i marvel into

them and s

                 i

              g

                    h

like behind mountains
summer slowly Falls
one colour of its face
runs with original
gorgeous irrelevant
and too becomes
cooler slowly ( each new whim of cheeks brinded
                           crisply utters leaves about the rust
                           failing light which gathers 'bout
                           the nape of columns against the
                           moon they grumble with the fresh
                           dithering stammers of Autumn, "you
                           little death i think you look so much
                           better in your cadaver" to which i
                           climb the air to stars a filigree of
                           nubile clinging darkness

nearly you when i have felt pulsing
my heart(yourheart)has become
one smooth toto
red and hotter and tiny
fluttering stupidly
smiling under
your *******
my hands cup it
and to my dumb finally mouth
i draw,carefully,your fierce noble blood
and drink drink drink drink drink drink

did i ever mounds of roses sweetly dew the air and petals of the sun

which eased upon my flesh in minute crimson gasps flitting from

his tousled brow?

the moon did. with unerring prim lips (puckering kissed sore muscles

) flocked and nuzzled up the thighs of night; marching straight up into

weightless heaving moments(whenIfumbledwiththelatchingcleatofyour

barely holding bra and between your ******* i laid one complete self

) my hands, which cuddle every furious cell of

niTe?

do stars hang from you nimbly

dancing in breezes shook the

apple heavy bent boughs of

laughing gargantuan trees

                                            nite you are first me

                                            and secondly

                                            you are quivering with intense

                                            feverish quips of ladies

                                            so thick and exacting legs

                                            are completely tumbled open

                                            waxy perfect thighs

                                                                             (you are skinny limped

                                                                              skirts of light

                                                                              about the hair of forests

                                                                              you cavort with

                                                                              ***** sighs

                                                                              and you are so

                                                                              indescribably still

                                                                              even on balmy summer nights in the moment of an hour you are a park filled with me

and going about the beauty of your small adept

cheeks i do the terrifically kissing thing

and i love you

)

are you quickness?and muscles sore from last night
when we met we inside blue softly metal(wheels adorned
and i cupped your cropped short raven finger tousled
pulling your excellent blossoming eternal face to my
finite ugly wilting face and we ate, from each furious
clasp, fruit more sweet

love

                                                                                                                               you

                                                                                                                       wings

                                                                                                                   you

                                                                                                             lift

                                                                                            feebleness

                                                                                 firmly

                                                                         from

                                                                     me

                                                                       and

                                                                           i

                                                             become

                                                 suns

                                 brightly

                    searing

       every

             second

                      you imp my back

                      you pinions you

                      bury me in flowers

                      and i am music

                      o’ cherubs and seraphs

                      played from harps

                      stroked by your nimble

                      feathers; love you

                      carry me to your mouth

                      where i kiss and kiss

                             and

                        ki

                               s

                            s

                                    and

                            k

                 is

                             s

                                              k

                                   i

                                           s

                                      s

when nights collide with me i am

completely stars innumerable

and crisp creaseless lines

ceaseless lips colluding with

your lips(nakedly small and pink

they are intimately open against

)in evening i, perhaps almost

,but then, surely when darkness is,

am your skin aligned

with gently

                  tugging you loose

to foil about my suddenly body

your body

                 and climb each other

into heaven mostly

up

                                                    into

                                                                  oceans

                                               stumbling(oceans)i

                        ceaseless folding waters

                        toil with the wind

                        for nearly i dream upon

                        them sweetly

                        they like sort of you

                        and unlike you

                        they like your body

                        swallow my body

                        into them

dreaming you, have you been sleeping when you've been dreaming?
in nooks quietly smeared cooly draped in shadows mostly
from hidden the arduous sun you lovely dreaming you
(crawling from your softness breathing does
small lunges of your chest
and your risenfalling *******)
i just took a shower and your open laying frame lays in coiling sinuous ruffles
and i trundling under the sheets and about your smallness close and we, just

catching yourself, did you ever catch yourself catching yourself catching
one distinct ember of an instant and let it burn so lovely into you down
into you into your very deepness welling between every sense perfectly
eternal and agonizingly brief?

i have felt almost deepness
pouring out ever pore of me
rills of music sweetly
and i am a fountain
of words beautiful completely
unstuttering words
and every one is for you
my dearest and my littlest

            YOU,.',,
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                               ,

SUMMER,
                   you this are effortless nonsense a girl
                   before coolness you are honey
                   sticky between familiar and new
                   your lips invite my lips
                   to kiss every sudden burning
                   spontaneous second
                                                        (some of you is days)
                                                        soft hot days
                                                        where is melting ice
                                                        in quick cups sat
                                                        on tables outside cafes
                                                        where we meet we
                                                        ourselves under your skirt
                                                        heaven waits in one crease
                                                        a flower dimpled with
                                                        giddy writhing pleasure
        and

                  some of you is nights
                  hard magic nights
                  where blood and ***
                  are a union surly
                  and quiet stifled groans
                  (so we don't wake your
                  roommates)
                                                                              and
                                                                                                     all of you is one long *****
                                                                                                     iridescent and over your sinew
                                                                                                     it sweats poems and laughter
                                                                                                     in a small meadow we found
                                                                                                     between forests in trees
                                                                                                     and we sit and we are almost
                                                                                        forever

                                    



                                         ((you are that) summer)

in common air i breath this city
it,s stretching streets beneath
cobalt languidly pouring

in every sound of it is me
and in every snuggle of
its abrupt colours is me

(it is usually me
but sometimes
it is me) who knows?(i know
                                                   )i contradict myself
                                                     i am a contradiction
                                                     i (transforming) constantly transpose
                                                     i over the snaking hotter asphalt
                                                     in rivers serpentine
                                                     cuddling my souls
                                                     my converse
                                                     me , i ,
                                                     into summer's bright hands
                                                     am a flock of colours electric
                                                     and a single bird
                                                     roosting in darkness
                                                     the night consuming

1 word coiled warmly
your nape about swarms
it exactly spoken from
mouths strangely perfect
ly unclosed and jointed

                                          (your body
                                                             sort of is a
                                         crumbling feverish
                                                hot sound
                                                                   (
                                      
ocean your body sort of is an
depthless puddling skin right
down into i swim courageously
fleshy pinkness strutting gorgeously
your thighs do thatness charmingly
scrambling against my cheeks
(and your nails are sharpness
beautifully grinding lovely
in my scalp trenches) O'                you                     are                                               pain




                                                                         deliciously,

sometimes i am very tired
(and dust is like me)
dust is like me sleeping

               (fluff and sloughing me)

          b
       e
            t
      w
          ee
            n

softness barely dust is me
resting on your skin in a
hot room where we fell
slumping into each others
dreams our selves curled
our limbs about and we

every noteless music of this world is a song
exploding fracas in my smallest body lifting
burdened wings broken to stars falling 1x1
into my eye; sort of like the warmest rock
of green bluely visits all of me every days
it falls rising to up under my feet aloft it
i swallow winds breathtakingly sounds of
god touching all my atoms with his cooler
fingers  strumming over the strings of each
incredible momentous tedium when i am
doing the dishes in the frailing hammer of
Summer's heat gorgeously nuzzling the lilies
popping up from the richness deeply soil
in the flower bed right next to the porch
droops amazingly the tiredest earth

all my arms waking
(swimming 'bout
your minute sleeping)
tighten across meadows of dreaming flesh

each instant breath (instantly breathing breath
from lungs so quick and slowly snuggles
every self of it between each new immutable
passing second eternally springing nubile moment
(between familiar newness) your voice was
pleasantly sticking into my ears the velvetest
caress(a fragile mostly caress. liked better and
more. failing lilting tears of) that lick incessantly
seemly unfaltering ravishes of minute fluttering
windsbreakinggentlypastthepartedslightlyunclosing
node­ of your (perfectly climbing your face) mouth
mine does. exponentially kissing yours

thinking often finding myself
in music mostly writhing
a distinct sound of children
in the abrupt open nook
of night timidly splayed
i am mostly myself
when i have been me
finding thinking often myself

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1 invincible shining moment
comes crashing thoroughly
over the slack drawn tightly
instant your lovely fat lips
SmaS!H over me deliberately

in your body(nexttomine)is a small electricity
tingling directly against my skin freshly glued
so bones velvetly lavished in groping cuddles
of perhaps hands. a sort of like the sky is puddles
of kissing faces excellently. and the world in
flowers snugly fits between womb and soil. where
i will say life briefly in your tiniest mouth,
                                                                          .

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                                                                               ,

in tumbling eve
a city sweats
small vociferous
women springing
short skirts playfully
twiddling between
breaths(i run smoothly
the raw colours of
the quickly closing day
being stockinged in
blackness thickly
) hard and dull fire sprouting from my lungs

do corpses ever(inboxesdeeply              )
long for smelling roses
or the wiggling light of
saturday afternoons
when their lover came
early a bit unexpectedly
fantastically finding them
nothing doing and took
their body in softly hands
shaking perfectly the morsels
of their flesh on top of the
kitchen counter gruffly
gentle
             ?

you(')r(e) every lips totally are perfumed
in aggressive love making fullness
they (so sweet sickly) cavort lovely
enveloping quickly cushions of saliva
wracked envelopes (right between them
snarling serpents pinkly) writhing upon
forests of **** youth stupidly wings
open ascending an hour of bliss

                      )a heart so full of hands
                       clutching each others
                       our bodies align
                       to driven into fairy snow
                       a lazy distinct smell
                       of your voice filled with
                       shuddering muscles
                       kissed over by me
                       again
                                  again
                   ­                        again
                                                   again
                                                           and

through
               )running forests
                i am galloped leaping
                (step before step after
                climbing the air swiftly
                to the moon creeping
                over every wind quaking
                bough) spontaneous
                twinkling tinsel enamors
                completely the smooth
                satin cheeks of darkness
                upon lightness
                quivering
                absolute small unfamiliar
                newly cheeks embossed
                with sparkles furiously
                                                           where
                                                                       i set myself totally
                                                                       fornicating
                                                                       with every drab miraculous
                                                                       muscle
                                                                                    of a night
                                                                                    wholly
                                                                                    drunk
                                                                                    with flesh(

sometimes at 3 O'clock in the morning
i have been to wander myself in the air
congratulating my skin newly each stride
kissed with air stroking gently over

                                           the soft chortle
                                                    of my feet
                                                         who wrestle
                                                            with the
                                                              grasss
                                                             s
                                                                           s
                                                    s
                                                            s
                                                                  
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so heart tightly unopen
in packed a whooping
collared beast niggles
sharply by fingers mostly
hands' unfurled in
a star of dreaming wars

the lightest and body
feeblest is strongest
nearly firmer than
softest barely weaker

and flowers
(a big spit of petals)
burning thigh deep
into waded Edward
after him i'm
leaping freshness
of my complete mystery
ripens against darkness

dashing(withclosedeyes)
on the mouth of the sun
where is set my teeth
the silver and her moon


                                                          ­                                               ,

SUN);

                       you are colours brightest
                       in every lash
                       glowing tremendous
                       hair
                                                                                                             this only
                                                                                                             is such a fine
                                                                                                             it's unpractical
                                                                                                             and perfectly
                      even in the
                      fastest darkness
                      you are said more
                      loudly
                      roaring
                      to my eyes
                      every crumb
                      hot and naked
                                                                                                             creeping
                                                                                                             you up into
                                                                                                             my soul
                                                                                                             i steal
                                                                                                             briefly
                                                                                                             (prometheus too)
                                                                                                             some little
                                                                                                             blush
                     from on your cheeks
                     blooms
                     some hot neon
                     fire
                     (in the very deepness
                      darkness coddles
                      hushed lips)
                      and it is
                                                                                  love(

how so RED petals
you so rose you so
stemmed unthorned
pricking sturdy moisture

i can't help from you
the distillation of an
instant released
incredibly
(and i can't not huddle my mouth
eternally in your cavern over
me the very small gape
of your sugar                                    )

where i am muscles more
and nerves better
bones completely
shouting (i love you when you sit next to the sun and it tires in the impossible effort of your skin
                  its entire and complete self in one shining gulp it dies behind a capped white mountain
                  and i make the Night jealous with my and my running chaff furiously smarting on your
                  rain stabbed 2 times with our bodies in its sudden hands all over us and we gallop, panting
         ,        into the ***** of my car in the parking lot of the park where we just made love under a tree
                  and you smell like every second of pleasure the earth has tasted made skinny hips and legs
                  and arms and shoulders and thighs. my scar; i,d cut you into me again and again and again
a
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again
                  and again
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muscles slung blonde strands
tawny straights snuggling
against your *******(like me
on the clump of your
unrigid stomach taught
over your creeping)

           I hast spake
           with thy timidest
           notion
           briefly
           small pouncing
           wrists
           on your hands
           supple so
           chambers
           flung wide
          
your bones
          are the words
of every poem
                         i have
                                     writ
                                                                                                                                 (not even the wind
                                                                                                                                   has such soft

do i
      (with under you
        r skirt
          i pluck you
           snarling
            little fairy
             my fingers
              nimbly gowned
               in your flesh
                and wetness
                 completely
                  slipperying
                   )
                        reckon swelling
                       eve falling lushly
                       her stink
                      on
                    U
                       string
                    fervently
                   pumped
                       into right
                    between your
              lips
suddenly
              !

i am a lot like sleeping laughter
in faintly room warmer windows
bound tightly with light's loosest
fingers mingling with the atomized
aroma of a basket of flowers dusted

                  just

with barely afternoon's short rumpled
heat glaring in through the slight
abrasion of sight I call my window
peeling with fresh strums of Summer's
fair cords singing me softly into the
palm of night's tiny hands