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Jun 2010 · 930
VIII
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
it,s hot. the sun bubbled effervescent laughter
ringing star fortress. in their hands i hold
a key (choleric) and.

      so unlocked open closed. delicious. i couldn't
clasp the rhythm rainbow raining sweetly from
the singing cords contracting across the pale sheet.
and lost me my i try but can't fly.

     flicker little, as you fade into the organized disorder of
the crisp hills released on my eyes slicing your golden succulents.

                                    how can i be,without,you?in the darkness of
      
           my       em
                             pty
Jun 2010 · 559
VII
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
VII
wHat   I          love         most :

i s  the delicate dissection o
f my oppositions to the manifestations
o
        f her *** heaps. pleasantly under. and calmly.

the 1st blushing of the electric fuzz mound. (and flush)
stroke bashfully the grandest affront to death.
         and                                

beneath my fingers is your course love stroke fur
                                                                            guiding the
                                                                     quick machinations
meshed precisely.

                                  i         am            nothing
             without you. and hideously.
Jun 2010 · 660
VI
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
VI
we stand athe brittle brink.
a plummet waits just over
the
     edge
rupture the breeze and
flutter in my arms like the
love birds cluttered wings
             (we could be)
a union perfected with sweat
mixing salty pools on our nakedness.
give into the drop of rationality and be
the instrument of my heart and i will
play

                                 you
Jun 2010 · 631
V
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
V
utter me a dawn absolutely imperfect
like the sharp stab of lovers fingers
to cut me a river of light tears
enameled on the neat hills. organized
heaps of mumbles a sun crumb in the nook
of eyeless creeping sleepless nights. bloodshot
beauty veiny clovers sprawling on the hillocks
basking savagely under a solar sheet of becoming
day.
            it
was in    a    way     likethis that
shone a babe of screaming yellow
over the static silence of morning
   cleaving the vibrating stillness in a scorch of
Jun 2010 · 460
IV
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
IV
&
came you into the hollow
of my cold scent and brushed
a heat soothing, the rough walls
smooth kiss sister. (dabble upon
the quiet breast of my empty bed
your subtle exhalations) i

          harbor your

little ship bound to my crimson ocean
and drip the sigh so supreme supine
beneath my timid breathes. reD me
a filigree of your so absolute

          shudder

mountain. i shatter at your soft bellow
bifurcating on my unworthy hide.

         cleanly behead

                                    the
                                           alone
Jun 2010 · 565
III
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
III
what likes most i                              ?
the skinny river rolling 'round my hips
so strength filled fingers grasping grips
a clear concise conscious conscience "no"ed
ephemeral femoral pounding blood stream
fluster me a disease and cure the agile licks
eroding the
                         su
                               d




                                           d
                                                   e

                    n


plummet into the a cool abyss drenching colossal shade pool
waiting at the oral conclusion of a tiny damp sliver in the quick of my soul

            prickle me blushing stream. i'll caress the veins waiting for
                the stammer of my hands. and i'll pluck your spine to fill
               all
            the
                  effortless
        nothing
Jun 2010 · 730
II
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
II
to the moon  i went skimming all the
puddles piling!on the trunks o
f
          the
floral ocean bending passionately waxy
devotions     to      a        silken     sphere
dazzling pearl  sharp littles

        O, how cleanly stubborn the ridge concussed
              velvety brushes salt the earth iridescent,
dreamy sky cream pillow the brows of all the upturned
       lashless lids craving your milk blood

                                 silver                it                    like                   a:

            







                            s                                  
                          i
                                 n;
Jun 2010 · 739
I
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
I
outside, through my window, i see the
peaches mingling ripe scowls mumbling
  outside,
       through
                                                     m
                               y
window)  is ee the glitter speckled ****
rough the minds of passing strands
   acting like they know.
serenely etherise  the bone patients
lay them in a stillness. the quiet drug silences
the noisy outside my window see   i   ssseeee   outside my window
go a reveling do the distilled cells replicating.
          cloudy      ever        always         yet          goes
the contractions to the blue violins serenade and moisten
the taverns on HOlly St.
                                              '
Jun 2010 · 721
riding goes a pale hors!3
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
riding     goes      a       pale     hors!3

                                       hea
                                -ven

wriggling splendidly orange on her withers
              muscle              nerves
  
crackle specifically shocking writhing

     and turn around to face the frilly sanctuary
of the frailing light whisper.  he y ou gritty
hoof string be impossibly galloping fleet.
    i argue with the dead methodically
           but                                             ;                         comes

  nothing
    o
        f                            that  tangled grin
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
on the lake
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
on the lake goes scuttling all the sanity
miracle frolicking tingles jaunty sails spread
as do the pink bits of *** splashing in the shallows
shiny toys why do you have to move like that?
plucking the young cords in my head with your
long skin sweating correctly oils that bitter sweetly
in my mouth. i can't keep from the rude giggling of
your heavy ******* my eyes to wonder on the ether
of their succulent tiny hills. sharply ***** the absence
of my lady and bleed away my devotions mouth watering
lilies watering in the mouth of my cerebrum. but so comes
the touch of her polk-a-dot lacey correspondence on my nape
and forgotten are the little delicacies as enveloped in the sugar
of her cinnamon wrists glad hands grasping about my knotted
tissues i am drawn into the unbearable perfection of her metal
lips.
Jun 2010 · 592
'sometimes
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
'sometimes

         sometimes"
sometimes i am like
                             the
                       crinkled edges immutably
shattered leaves of grass. frail walled
towers quickly evaporated patrons.

i(n the fields comes the pale scythe. call me to
the lady death and number me among her sons.
a new sorrow so ancient unremembered eternal,   )

     sometimes we are like:
the vein heavy throbbing perfect union of skin
i don't want to leave her naked cradle. basking
in the dew of her impenetrable

             somEtimes she is like an ideal
unparalleled goldenbrown olive symphony cascading
rhythm glints onto the sudden gasping heart kiss blessed
cheek i wear worn to her constant lip strokes]

sometimes

                     sometimes

    sometimes i am like the rain
Jun 2010 · 659
why ? not
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
why            ?         not
        in the glaze
hot subtle petals cravings
blue the read chin pageless verbs
nouning!
                wilt a bit  ,
                                 like the winter flake
failing warmth.

           (i knew too well the autumn .)

welcome me in your fluttering breast beautifully butterfly dUst
key my hole and unlock the secret girders barring beating
      muscle incessant tock ticking;

          can it be ever said?
                                           howmuch            i love thee.
Jun 2010 · 601
A white worm
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
A white worm rests in the netting of

      our

hips. silk weaver weaving woven strands
loose strings. fray the forever faceless groan
enunciated in pleasure giddy writhing.

    little      goddess     you     are      like     a      song:

playing in the empty void to singe my cusp and draw
my stupid fingers to dumbly rumble over your ***.

a she so pearled sweaty
sensual nodes gleaming
dark. i take a measure of
your effortless laughter
and drink till my mind
bursts bubbling onto the
coffee tingle cold heat bridge
erected over the electric notch
of your fur stroke. do
                                            i
                                              do
         well

                                        by

        you?
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
velvet moon stammers
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
velvet moon stammers
mark the coo l ****** of an a-

       lmost-summers-day

timid odors yawning across the closing buds
gossamer pallor strong fragile lilies tumbling
s    p      r        a    w          l over coloured filaments
revolting abyss shapeless rigid absolute drooping

scratch the cobalt fluid sky meadow tremendously tiny pillars
woundless bleeding bled chromatic shivers to wrack the
dying

            phosphorus

                                    sunship

                                                     noisy

                                                                  folds of silence

shine saliva;wax the fledgling night birds cold wings fluttering in myarms

a simply complex indivisible division comes to day and says

                "now shall come this end but: no fear; it will be so
again" so caress every ideal nothing and come into my hallow
and i will lacquer you with my imperfect kiss till rises the falling
star sheet. and plays the song of birth from crimson licked hills
wearing the crumbles of

                                                 a) such lovely      ...
Jun 2010 · 627
i note
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
i note the (needle loved) slender limbed crooks
                                              of
fresh cut stems loitering. by the stone towers.

black rivered arms of elbows in grass puddles
giggle lipped they ***** smiles; fill the greedy
hearts an ember of false heat to glow numbly
the fire sticks smokey breathe exhaled suddenly

gather to their lush valleys the wagging tongues
of all the pretend men. who are naught but boys
in the pink *** light that streams from dainty *******

so glad am i no longer slaved to that heed. and find my
mind in soft palm of my                                        waiting
                                                          lady
Jun 2010 · 547
i will fall
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
i will f
            a
             l
               l in

     the

correctness of your gaze

(for only you

        shall i ever be)

the filigree embellished
by the gray stacks grown weary
to lean cadaverous shells
on the mark of scarlet's

greet the empty chamber door
swung shut a sudden eyelid
powdered tears riven ink shoulder

   who isn,t? a fear of nothing
     consumes the smooth roughness
  of
Jun 2010 · 472
if so ever
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
if so ever is turned
the porcelain ardor
of your smile to
anothers. so shall i
know that if but
only a flicker you    were:

    mine
                my own

                                  my only

      my

                       lady
Jun 2010 · 624
Untitled
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
patient violence: wait at the breach
i'll let you captivate my sinew
when the bell tolls. resounding
activation; articulate fists dapple
cambered flesh

kiss pretty ugly knuckles
love the pain shower
b            u                t
so it tolls again
the exact ring of rest
calls to my hands
"steady breathes now,
in this minute"

i await it's summons to
birth
           purple
                         blossoms
Jun 2010 · 766
let's beholden
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
let's beholden the mask clouded face
o
                                                             f
dying gods natural arteries corral brevity
stringless heart sheaf
bask crushed stems
in the crease of love wracked lips
  mercury heels slither

                                            to

boundless expanse's delicious meadow hair
wind whispering delicate veins
hard the soft meticulous shivers rooting

)ardent vine

                                                            ouy
are the              
                                      most



                0(
Jun 2010 · 837
cup the rouge loaded cheeks
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
cup the rouge loaded cheeks

           in perfect stillness
  and
marry her lips a soft pink lash

                    of
Jun 2010 · 4.5k
by the seashore
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
by the seashore

       (by the seashore)

sits the soft decAy.
breast laden frames 1by1(in neat rows)
unquenchable olive flesh thirsty dirt
devour

    but sotoo there        is this:

in the beneath quiet quays
the green darkness pulls ugly
gull crys oily wings from hideous throats
virulent diseased avian beak *****
exhaling billowing bacteria

                                                         plume
                    disgusting riot of feathers
white grin bleached pearl bones repose sandy drug
and all the children laugh horribl e to spread sickly
f              
               ingers

by the seashore
                                                                  erohsaes eht yb
Jun 2010 · 677
listless golden child
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
listless golden child
release sweet vibrations from thy
frail lungs to crisp the air with their slender elegance

i know     th  e    loose; puRple, scream
       splattered rent
a vessel bent to sleepy hammers C;rA,sHing

            but in so it was

worn weary thin hipped goddess. A
Jun 2010 · 563
like the quiet depths
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
like the quiet depths of oceans untold truths riot 'neath the rouge cheeks littered city streets. but never said they fester ready blisters of ugly splinter grins. bloated granite corpse hide the sallow nicks by the bay to drink the water sick rotten wood collapsing. it heaves a sigh of tired ****** to wet the pavement with stiletto moisture. corrode merry emerald city, you wear it well.
Jun 2010 · 909
frail ivory wood
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
frail ivory wood stutter
yellow chirps brisk muttering
waxy apples;
count the numberless peels of laughter
obvious obscure

majestic white trial of ripple wrought collapsing
a copper roar embellished slick black death

litter the mossy path beads of dew
residing dangerously in the womb of day

but come residue of chaos. eat the organized
lists

unmatchedloss y   ou          R tears shatter

                right
Jun 2010 · 1.8k
become blushing moon
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
become blushing moon
in the valley shallow palm
lay a caress so correct to
corpse the apathetic tremor

drink serene a milk of silver
blood. diamond clever facets
crave

         to be so

in the stillness of the nestled.
star robed misty water skin
i call you mine
                            aching
glitter lady (exhale dripping frame
                       harbored in the loose
                       sheets of pallor hugging
                       my temporary ribs)
Jun 2010 · 1.1k
mark the crisp mirth
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
mark the crisp mirth with wrinkled cheeks;

a day comes sun gilded

                                                              glowing golden,

a stroke of brilliant star tears
               playing lancing

d                                             a
                      ppl                           e                            



                               s


on the neatly

organized floor of a forest reposed

green


                               languor
Jun 2010 · 649
electric blessed lov3rs
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
electric blessed lov3rs lick digital
tower disk spinning cradle.
why  so    near           far?
collude blank screen heaving *** whisperers

in your magic folly blindly look
on an sensual pit

it holds a wealth you avarice
                                             c
                                          o
                                     w
                                  a
                             r
                        d
                                s

crave most ardently
Jun 2010 · 624
in so was i)
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
in so was i) a clean frost winter
a tight bud unopened in the
frozen fragrant fingers of the cold season

              but

came the spring of heavy light woman
feather loved lady whisper me a kiss
and

                                              BLOOM

my petals to her new sun. a

when the shift of warm came bubbling wet
i had never been so unclosed
open every
with
make me naked
May 2010 · 732
comes what of this
PK Wakefield May 2010
comes what of this:

          pink exhaustion
             ?
some shallow tract of nicks
neck scratched clean
& puddles of symmetry
line the frame still

           breathe flexing tiny
freckles shoulder wrought silk;
(a chalice so well tuned. blood song
   symphony)

repose exanimate former pleasure cutter

          you
May 2010 · 926
frightened electric god
PK Wakefield May 2010
frightened electric god brimming scream
ride the quiet sand hooves stupidly
slippery grains pour effortless passing
hours precisely

    dither

acutely wasted minutes tick-tocking

awaiting that supreme silent moment
when every thought dashes oblivious

perfect pinions carry me to the beckoning
         eternity mouth
gaping toothless gasp border where a sleepy
daughter rests constant on the parallel of life's
steamy twain

cool dark void inviting summon. ever waiting heavy
cloak: wait a bit more.

   i          will               arrive            in         your         quiet          raiment


some                  


                       morrow
May 2010 · 682
loose shadow skir.t
PK Wakefield May 2010
loose shadow skir.t
bough broken light

      pillars

hide our crafty finger
painted cheeks

            (lilting grooves reposit
             shady bones rolling
             grave bound)

we won't be for much longer
so just giveth thy. in verdant
dark flecked chastity
May 2010 · 928
sudden happy lily anthem
PK Wakefield May 2010
sudden happy lily anthem
   why spring you so?

do the secret hollows of your slender arms
hide the days wet ember cresting a wave of
mountain piles; sanctuary.

a puddle of luminous fibers stumble over
their rough shoulders sprawling up to the
bays lip.

a heart of pulseless phlorescents beats ready
to pour its wealth of light onto the stacks of
chimneys sprouted shingles.

a day born well,i,should like to think.
May 2010 · 753
begging narrow trees
PK Wakefield May 2010
begging narrow trees stand expanse
naked sky beseeching for
the wet lips of a thousand little children

they

                           grow that way.

always pleading. unquenchable green drunk
ascents. to play a dream. in hands of roots.

stand trees. a soil bed soft to your appeals.
grace my vision neatly dumb straights.

pierce the moon sweat arbor men.
May 2010 · 589
my lady
PK Wakefield May 2010
my lady,my lady
when you come MY lady

        all

the skin of my scents brittle
and the nakedness of my soul
is alight in your smooth purity
(stand with me next to the neat
trees) alabaster leaves whispering
a
                        sudden

benediction to your delightful frame.
how? can you be my LADY? what god
blessed me with your careful drug.
                      
                                                        olive
heaven: i love you love me. loving your
                                                     precious

my lady hither coming come hither my lady O,
my lady you breathe so. marry my veins with your
rich blood and take my apprehensions. if an oblivion greets my
crystal smile on the morrow if you were by the side of me
i would welcome it grinning like a fool.
May 2010 · 418
only 1 rose
PK Wakefield May 2010
in                  me
only 1 rose
      (read heavy petals)
blistered impossibly red
May 2010 · 1.1k
effortless branch)
PK Wakefield May 2010
effortless branch) cinnamon skinned lovers
crisp the night leaves(
winding path stricken moon spit
caving shadow light lady of white haloed perfections

we walk stepping on
cool drunk earth
i,ve uncoiled muscle wreathed limbs
to pluck your hollow cords; make a melody unmeasured

(in a death littered valley
i made a song of you)
May 2010 · 545
restless between
PK Wakefield May 2010
restless between.         all  full of


                           empty
some nothing son;      feels the silence
                                 crepting
up the legs of sound. to rapt all the noisy
with           brilliant       sheets         of quiet
May 2010 · 2.0k
accurate matchstick chimneys
PK Wakefield May 2010
accurate matchstick chimneys
1x1x1x1 thrice loaded hill
plume crisp smirking billow
(sapphire cheek smudge)ed
colossal cog wielding minute
machinations mesh adroitly

amorphous child of hot mouthed stacks
brittle precisely under airy duress
manifest a slow d e     c         a                 y

       o



                                 f



y








         o















                               u
May 2010 · 552
one eternity
PK Wakefield May 2010
one eternity awaits the final heavy lidded collapsing
                   breath;
May 2010 · 582
made just for me
PK Wakefield May 2010
made just for me
          (young   skinned heart)
                 please loaded voice
         beg a clutch o
                                f
  so lacy palms scraping denim sheathed
thighs.
                                                                   every
vestment ripped serenely. sensual laden edifice.
i know only this valley invited in: i travel gentle
grooves. & so if wanted i will give your canvas
               my crimson
                                         stroke.
May 2010 · 736
1 feckless 2
PK Wakefield May 2010
1 feckless 2 dabbled breathless charming
rose smattered garden. 3 came a forward
prancing chill prose tongue hewn cool 6ing.
scattering all the correct petals precisely.
a   d   an:
   n                   abderian 4 chuckled loose
                 woven laughing leafs. yon 7 corpulent
                locks keyless secret green. dig deep soiled
          fingers. find the beating source pulse bearing
       seed. if so ever you loved the summer golden complexion
of sun folly songs trembling kiss. here now be 9 musky calf.

                                                                                                  you
                                                              will
                            burst
blooming
                                            

                                                     8;
PK Wakefield May 2010
didst
thy ever faceless father
   denote the plateau
whereupon the dream drugged
        childs of Morpheus
wander? so well did this traveler
                                      make
           a cough of starry
  conquered nights i begged his name
afore he maketh for another
   lipless realm of abstract clouds
disheveled leaves kissing scattered
       drops of light;
"patron of articulate fantasies, love not the skin of others slumber"

                              "be patient
                        son of dusky flesh,
                                   anon
                              i shall be again
                          another supreme dusty
   sleep. so lay thy head well and make merry my return"
PK Wakefield May 2010
neon simple lights littered street
               well glowing;
                                          deeply
          purpl.e
tired bodies roil
                              clustering
    for warm liquid spouts)
they don't ever stop
                summoned by loose
whim of smooth youths
     to dash their minds on wet rocks.
   what shallow indulgents

those
May 2010 · 1.2k
unbearable ink
PK Wakefield May 2010
unbearable ink
shallow needled skin
always commands
my groping eye's ardour
  purpleredblueblack procession
passive pleasuring tea drinker

          gilded she:
if not my hand so promised
      to another's i would
make thee a screaming puddle
          coiling ardent fever
scratch fervently at all my humors

so sipping sensual lady
      sat in a
coffee house
        metal nodes glisten
serene siren calling
PK Wakefield May 2010
daring nightmare treason dapple
creeping dark withering day chaff
    starling; cast a frail song sharply
into redrimmed ears
                                             telracs
                                 dekcen
                        raor
                           !
sly mirroring the captivating decay
                of this slain
        day
May 2010 · 756
clean toothed fascination:
PK Wakefield May 2010
clean toothed fascination:
   where in what do you see
your hideous perfection rising
sublime fists, raining terrible
love laughing onto correct cheeks?

it hurts so when you touch my face
scribble painful eloquent filigree

i elected you to blossom purple puddles
  drowning eyes. lash out craven son.

but know this: i will bathe you in my beautiful
violence screaming burst membranes across
   the breadth of your fiber loaded structure

                                 sleeping
at
                   my
horrible

                              whim
May 2010 · 1.2k
ideal porcelain pin)k crease
PK Wakefield May 2010
ideal porcelain pin)k crease
      supple
                  roots in twaining
                  correct abstinence
                 gone rusty septum
                  thresh brimming
                      sacrifice;
shattered peace breathe heaving freckles
luscious ocean CraSh! salty teeth on plush shore
       make a specific cry blushing shoal
lush ribbon moan so       wet               you...
May 2010 · 1.3k
it gave the impression:
PK Wakefield May 2010
it gave the impression: sudden aggressive
butterfly booming iridescent fluttering river
rainbow raw god rough glittering eye lids
hot tremoring air. constant blaring.

drown drown lovely staccato cacophony
beat swirling violence electric ***
rains off sudor soaked cotton skinned
burnished bodies ill-lucid contracting
senseless sensual pit decadent children

                 (in all this sticky love: truth is cleanly executed)
PK Wakefield May 2010
sun;wet,gasping,softly:murdered(petals)
puckish decay bathing blossoms
scarlet fingers dripping sharp pearls

so why then  fear that scythe mErry?
galloping steady precision up over
stark horizons(come to claim your
smooth thought's body). hollow solid
conviction.

it's better this way...) just
take me:        2
PK Wakefield May 2010
chaste spring lily loaded fingers
scything moted shafty sun tears
frail branches sifting precise phlorescent
sudden floral caving sound silence

heaps

of sleep powder crisp cheeks.
yawn billowing. oral sanctum.

when every arbor is neat little
straight rows onward ever spreading
into fading sight take my handinyourhand
and turn me to your guiding
descent body downward touching
peaceful forest day lover lacquered
lips
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