And you firm and buttressed gorgeous scarlet
your health,like venus i timid and glut upon,
is also a god. harder than smooth and softer
than rough. a cool like steam and hot like
summers wings. a bird, charming and immense
she's nothing compared to you noble
to you
           t o           you
                                          there is nary a season more supple or lovely than the
undark shout of your plain and spectacular plume
      of resolute arms
                 on your shoulders
                                                   on your bones
                             your muscles
                     on them
                                      thy skin
                                                              who i dimple most commonly
          on saturnday mornings
                 when you peak beveled luscious havoc
in my brave and capricious bed
                                                           and you tousle my senses
        byTheFastStaggerOfYourMarvelous lips
      bounding pink
                                     and flush
                   madrigals in the infinite cavern of my
       very
                 and very
                                     smallest
h
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      a rt

when into deepest rushing
a nightingale would sing
temporary blundering
into softest frailing
day

you are because i am because you are

i garnered a sense
of this imposing ****
   (her streets,thiscity                                 ,
were a thickset forest
of garbled noble flesh
) and the abrupt wrists
she wears her hands
on they
and spout                      a tremulous quaking fever
                                        in lean corpulent unseriousness
                                       an hour
                                          on her rock soft fluff
                                                  tickles shocking knots of fuzz that bubble
on my lips
                                and briefly stumble on my nostrils

          their fire
                             and they're dirt

a short america is gruffly and shouting with the britain who's is owns the metal caffeine *** dull and shiny they suckle about and like to rambling  about the weather and the whethers and they clump to safely dryness by the wall at the little under of the eave plunking out the serious angle of its chin walloping the rain and makes a pleasant patch. they 2, the america and the britain, spitting at each others ears their voices they like to hear

ere it pressures the slated fauld of dawn.a
crinkl
    ed
          dearth
of leaden gray
                           o nth e sky
ont he earth
                         itsays

                                                                                wetness

never be impressed

if to when
i also shed my coils
of haughty senile life
afore your clumsy gallop
into immeasurable static darkness
take me every day
in the orchard of your thoughts
where, i,thoughfrozenstifflyrotteningfoil, am most unDEAD

i like to mostly play with words. or else to play with me they. or not at all. or sometimes. or yes,,,.
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a who
so what
that nays
or nary
a not
a knot of narys
guggled to
from shrill    th
                    roat
                                                            she called the kettle B
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                                                              ack

a colour what does spurt
t0 from the eglantine sprite
;an undarkness puddles about;
                                                          iknewthesummerand her lakes
of vibrant tousled marching hair
                  that giggled from her heaps
and groused with sweating men
                                        who liked the fashions of her flesh
      and the ponderance of shes daughters
wearing mostly skin
                      they flaunt to catch
(with velvet flagrant manacles           )
the ardor of passing boys
                                               them that march about
                                                hideously pedantic
                                                their carefully fastidious
                                                grooming hands
      they'd like to grip with
      ladies
       and wear them for the night

in the curious forgetful wings
         of pallid darling sleep
your ******* areso a shimmering
flock of ardent lumps
my humors colic
                                (i twice and 1nce)
my vague and distinct mouth
to huddle on their splendor
my charming and my spit

it came about i graced higgly piggly (to saunter, generally, my flayed marble in the gross determined light( winter specially came upon all the arbor straights slatting it correctly,

are we not
                                godS?
you are the root
       of my flesh
                                  i'll make in your blood my blood
(he'll crop the land
      with eager perspicuous grating
)
                and mark it with his hands                     he who is the seed of my strenuous metting  
                                                                            of yours and i's
                                             of ours
                                                             he's
                                    a

in the belly of her fragrance
laid and bared(it's where
the unclad baying of superior
determined fruit
hearkens genially my quaking
and my venom
to deftly smear my soul
in swollen anemic) hysteria

2x2
they're flouncing girth
it jiggles less like rocks
the hard barrel
a great and hulking steed
billows on the hillside(
m y lady jouncing like mercury(
f r o m   GODS mouth
)on their withers )
liquid thick as glasss

a green was talking
behind my house
on all the earth is
sprayed its lips
with whom
it says
hello

the most common drive of human expression is arrogance

only it is that
in every vibrant stitch
or cream and leaves of flame
a craven volatile smoothness
the soil unbuckled
unto this day it swelled
a very giddy wart                  (it glowing on her hips )

swearing with repugnant beauty
it's scarlet freckles grumble with the moss

yay,
ere to for i go
verily as am i
amongst the root of flesh
where layeth dust and soot
in a pleasing rectangle
of symmetry and wood

by the hours' split (and half of that) the wasted marble (her head) discharged, of her oblong thrusting voice, to shamble quickly silence fingers gruffly wringing all the necks of loud and it was also. it was blithe

if so i was
a practical flavor
spilt to mouth of tedium
a maw in which daily incisors crinkle seriously my guts

so                                                                                                                       into
this flaking night           we   went                pl
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                                                                                                           gn
(of winters throat )
the sallow column
                                          ofwho,sneck
i'm a gently kissing

A between
                  (these crumpled breaths of light
                                                                          )

is a              where
a there
                              a where there
                                      r
                                    o
                                , i
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s                                                     SUGARsexMAGIC

i feel it most
in the startled quiet of dawn
my unfolding awe
as the verdant perfection of exploding light
snarls on my largest *****
and i'm a minutest splinter                                     in the

quick of infinity
                                          basic
                                                                 and ****

        ;i

you climbed
                        in the very abscess of my chest
              and in my empty

      unfurled
                         your grandest burning luscious dilating SCARLET

precocious                                                                                                                  ,
a hippolyte was tugging
the cleft of night and day
she sweated finely
a colour
slowly
nigh

we are effortless(
a pale and limbic house
)we hold in each others
our hearts
or music
                      the tone of marble calves
or your skinny hips                                            where
                                        i strum between they
the chord
                     which          rises
(from your pelvis )
                                        to a throat bubbling howl

a twilight swelling limped the light so graciously
resplendent the chattering twill of laughter
purpled deepening
marked    his splendid death
the sun

too burdened seal
this crimson juice
is just a bursting deluge

my arm

it was

                it was trying

it was my arm was trying

it was trying to say

              my arms was trying to were trying to say my arms were

saying

                blood

christ was gangling,PARTICULARLY,of crucifix
drooping silverly reposed upon woodish portals
heavy oaken clasp swung adroitly to harbor
the rough shale and silk. the littlest chaplain
was swearing in there
                                       hewassaying"****"

holland was a pretty colour
wriggling in my veins
her languid golden
worms, freshly
elegant
dirt

let's electric           ,         '       .         '
my hammer in your leaves                   ,
and slippery bundles of laughter                  .
will pump dollops                                                  ,
from chaste and vile lungs                                       '                     !
the creamy bout of odd muscles                                   '    .   ,          
gurgling serious tongues
into the snuffing carriage                                  of silken aching cords;              Y
                                                                                                                               E
                                                                                                                                    s

without a singular hesitant droplet i briefly stole
absolutely a thrush ungulping soft little ****** of phonetic
laughing caressing the dew preeminently dangling of
youthful sprigs and ferns playfully tugging my hands
dumbly morsels of fleshed bone that which are my first language
and winter
   winter is my first language
i burp it strongly oral
and it gods like the sun ****** cool the immaculate silence just afore
it peaketh about the limber mountain skulking drunken
snow on it's capped and permanent scalp of freezing crystalline beauty
  and she is my second language
                she is tawny
an ember singing ecstatically her moisture the habitual tumor
she graces and fans with her feathers
of long naked
tremors                     like a crosier of limp emphatic ***
to which tremble mostly also
and am surely fated to still unfinite in her *****
of rapid illucidity
a symptom of her pale perfect cheeks
as they (with light pink bulbs) press on mine
LIPS
         between they    


                                    :                     Writhing


!       !                                         !                           ?

to marry
the divine habitat
you!re lovely careless ******
the doltish armor of my candor
would be surly erratic blissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

a rankling note of 1st light
lazyed through the rush of blinds
slowly
or my window was
it was
outside
drooping everywhere                            ,
                                       winter

it breaks
(just so
like a skinned knee
gently lapping
cool
       s
          t
                ing
             i
               n
         g
laden BreaTHS                                                 ,                                                  )

unclench
the hot marvel of winter
and lay summer in thy bed
twiddling between her wetness
a sharp steam of pleasant filthy snow;

in a biggest deepness
there's was 1 golden chord
small and
                   ENORMOUSly a heart POUNDING NAKED extrapolating

harshly a beating volume of sOUnd! fat on the skinny darkness

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this iSwill drunk of ragged ****** a caving silence in which is a scrap of



























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HARD Issoft, nearly almost always
to phalanges strung in distinct feminine howling
striations pressed on all the everywhere of
cobbled mucous enunciated with thick muscles bent
on masculine bones packed slightly tight
and i'm **** lungs bunching across the varied consistent
folds of your open naked mouth
        that i         sting                  in                               everfor

a hideously beautyfull beAst

just when you think you,'ll never sleep
opens up the rough muscles of nigh    t     and P
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4 stiffened, his joists are particularly long and gnarled lances
of pearly bleach. gradually skinless of bones lanky with hands
laid a scythe. he waggles and sheds surly mortal coils we waif
to dust in polite crumbs of rotting health
and his breath is specific. a lash of practical mort

the vicarious sky
was manying a
1 basic rains
on the copper ridiculous twilight

burning strangled fleece we bump chaotically
soft arrogance in morally languid pronation
leg burping fossas femoral twain (in which i'm
giddy a mustache of bristles coarse fuzz and grumbling
prickles hugely onyx( graciously bundled
to what about the huddled pulsing of EXPLODING GRIT!
in every flush molecule of bashful prim ) we girt
or flay the frightened silence scrambling gently on our scalding merriment.:',). . . .   .   .     .             .                                                                 .

slippery trinket
all splayed a flavor welt
lacquer melted fuddle
the sun was snarling coquettish
as it fizzled frailty mightily

short moss
i love you mostly wet
if not
i'll make it
                  with
                  my
         mouth

came it to a shade
what doing
as fickle cheeks
then all blubbering consternation
rode them snaking crystals

break all the rules

gilt in foiled amber streetlight bluntly buckled on my coffer p-coated and trundling meticulously a drafty cinder of pretty little veins blueing clicked small headed teeth blasting blond scalp and hot pinked lips they' were asking shyly if i'd a minute heat to burst the cool heap of tobacco splitting pleasantly her plush rinds a tube 'i"m sorry i don't smoke'