wallowing a slender: 'iwantyou'
on eager
             auditory
i became raw
  as i
broke her chaste seal
              ;
relinquishing rusty islands
          in                                 A
cotton

sea

a
wetly
i
did
shed a
tear
but not so
sad
as
they appear

we tired
tried
to talk
buts
ilence
bubbledthrough
cracks in our sounds

we were a certain
nothing
soaring on oblivious
pinions;in lonely plumes)blooming
accurate devotions
to AN azure benediction
riot whitely
                     steady disheveled
cumulus culmination
                                     flap
                              flap       flap
                       flap                   flap
your
          exactly
        featheredderehteaf
wings

when did i have myself always being myself have i always been?
completely another word. testing the lisp of god i am a lake uncertainly
a river snaking up to wetness lastly from greyness over all the smells
of pavement after the sun kissed it and rain now. also i have been a movie
i have been a story, a play, a theater of laughing actors have been me.
i have gusseted the strange impetuous strength of the singing soil
with my feet.

                        i was a year and a day. i was a moment. i was a life.
                         will you read this when i am spent and dreaming?
                            what is a day? a day is a year. a year is a day.
                             a life is a moment. i am a moment.

                                  smile

what amorous clutched secondS bloom and wither when that silken frame blossoms finger fraught tactile indulgence feathering sane notions of separate rose

wHat beckons is the silent Kingdom
a sanctum holy devoid. whose apt walls
are tawny bricks of quiet. the patrons
clamor somnambulant. and heaps of
proffered tongues litter the illucid
broken halls.

the forgetful powder piles neatly
limbs of gray on and about and
the pews drink the sun or the sky
     is a plait of onyx feathers.
an arrhythmia of breathes struggle
daft lungs. the stillness beats. bleating
nothing lambs flocked in stupid silver.

the mouths are all corded sinew bound.
epitaphs scrawled untidy letters drench
cheeks apathetic. a corpse of hollow resonance.
step and stone; cadaverous hues, sallow indolent
light on every stanchion.

                                                                in
the cathedral, cloistered, is a stiff artery.
a heart stagnant veins. a king whose crown is
ash, a face whose efforts are unfleshed. no skin
has purchase. nor sight. empty hood scythe loaded
dreams the morphea plated scalp. a soft vesical
limpid chromatic fingernails scrabble festering
nodes.

he is waiting
in the comfort of his filth
lithe carpals flexing summons
to his cloak

the candles are making naked lips
kissing darkness; lovers uncut
bound fornicating. i sitting sat saturated
the valley fluxes.

                and a tissue of blue decrepit
night dusting the sin of noise. a naked wind
     so                      says



         he

what hands
these are

(are these

hands

) ?

what hands are these?

(on tainted wrists
dripping hot melodies
over her pallid shell;
i put my lips to its
understanding but
the

flavor: lick lick lick lap

like

i

do

)

thus

what"I"dois everyday i wake up as differently as every other
morning i've woken samely a different person than every other
morning i've woken similarly the same difference that was
similarly differently the same as every other morning i've
woken this same way iswhat"I"do

what light is this?
some erstwhile
strand of divinity

traipse across thy brow

be not as they
they being we

thy fingers
grow cold
in touching
that cord

luminosity
grow
fill
flow
sparkle

tickle (naked)
backs

tongue of light
licking through
creases
in time

wrinkle
violent

what like eternal do returning oceans
feathered slightly
whitely capped
by lashes great
like eternal final hands
seas unbroken
outward sprawling

i

come again tonight
big waters
i come to thee
o
   ye
        of effortless forever
        you shake and toil
        endlessly hands
        you drink me
        finite infinitely
        into your inky
        scrape on the
        horizon winks
        the dapper twinkles
        of red and green
        lights little buoys
        bobbing lights
        little winking
        twinklers seize
        me in eternal
        hands returning
        fingers about me
        hands eternal
        (i stand upon
         your breadths and upon them i'm an immutable dying sting)

what,s beauty?shorn and tousled follicles.a b
-owlfilled with hushed buzzing electric teeth
masticating her hair fleetly. a soft waste deposited
in porcelain silent whiteness; a crevice kindly hard
to pertain the sheering

and rough gently her bobble i clutch and rub
its skein
the jostle gritty stubble rumbles contended
under my hands
but remains an onyx shock twaining sweetly
you
i love you
my                 little              valkyrie; scream

when cloistered drabs of yellow &
orange
              frail
in the vestige of coming eve
so did a thrush call                the period immediately preceding
                                        it
a silent that became
                                             A twittering song
summoning the claws of
                           my curiosity to rake it
hoping to draw a crimson
                                                        bead
o
                         f

understanding to land on the pool of recognition
still it is never known
                                        nor
                 shall it
ever
                                 be

when greener sits atop me earth
astride the human rind practically
eatage thrusted blueward hair
i'll innumerably chant life from
desiccated lips i'll sing life and
i'll say a whole ocean of upon
grass will lovers make dew
which (like me shall) make again
a body of beating and bragging
under stars and over me shall
make the feet of those miraculous
youth drunk kissers and i won't
be dead i'll be in every mouth
parted love hew imbued each other
like i did with you one summer ago
in sweetest juice of night honeying
every limb in suppler moonest light

when i have been a rose
i was firstly of the soil
my glossy thorns were
from me out and on the
air they pricked it loose
and my petals bustled
round my bulb and
when i have been a rose

i slept with mountains
and i have been eaten
by fawns quickly in
dappled grasp of forests
slight and enormously

when i have been a rose
i green
and light
did creep
between the
creases in light
slutty and chaste
winds have been on me
when i have been a rose

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

when me
and this

moment
reach(singularity)my
heart will
sing
with
joy

when those
children scream
their faces
make such reds
filling up all the green with their sad little i's
why can't
we
be more like they
make us
more perfectly
but noing
we speak in blisters

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

wherefore are you mover    ?       (into unbriefest silence
                                                                                                )

and crisp eyes

                                  hard

                          glassy

                                      body's

                                   , because

                           strike gold 'tween each
                           finger paired over the
                           fragile morn'
                           ,                             a lot

                                                         is sick
                                                         pretty
                                                                  
                                         has night colour
                                                from its untimid
                                                          shoulders
                                                                          flayed

so why Stealer

                          girlsboys

           from kissing

                             ?

take immediately into notsavored
forever

                  could you say perhaps

                            why struck from

                        raw untidy
                        
                           LIFE

                       ,you

                                  Death

                             immutably

              filch
                                the pollen of young flowers
                                and the agile stem
                                                                  crush?

where hard meted soft arose
a dainty
sanctum: sweet sweaty valley
all peach
an beckoning tone summons roughly

how
         could
i deny
                        THIS
                      
absolute delicate?

WhiTe
            ,
               you
             are   a
          fine colour
        you are a fast
      colour.youarethe
    morning i found U
  sleeping in slump and
polished heather with rust
                                              gilding just the morsels O'
                                               your canny fist of petals
                                                who hides in splendor
                                                 ed morning's vest pr
                                                  icking up your glos
                                                   sy neck to rub you
                                                    r cheeks on the fe
                                                     lt of gorgeous b
                                                      rinded sky. U
                                                       wHitE, you
                                                        are the ve
                                                         ry lust O'
                                                           faries
                                                          ­ you R
                                                            lig­ht
                                                        and heavy
                                                      froli­cking wo
                                                     men as with th
                                                    eir skin you pain
                                                   t they stark and w
                                                   ith just their morse
                                                    ls very slightly ro
                                                     sy rouged and r
                                                      osy slightly he
                                                       aps of hips o'
                                                        roses and
                                                         heather:
                                                        ­     URwhIte

white suddenly earth
i awoke to find
your fretless hide
magiced grunting pale
with some propensity
of marvelous crystals
my slack ankles with which
argue more normally
than a cleanly common
as it is usually brief
i'll not.

who art thou?dawn caked child
                                      correct
quiet
                      sounds
      so
                               silent
2 tongued
               colour
say                        no

           more
                                   bashful
mirror tones all hushed blues
dapple spring
puddles fresh flesh craves
rubber(yellow)sole
punctuating mirth flavored
moments       fade
     fade
                     f ade

fa d e


                f
    
    a
                

                         d








                                                         e

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.

wind?(do you complete      
                                                
                                          the night strangely
                                                
     ylteews come sreferp  
                                                
                                          hairlipped blue eyes and satin
                                                                  
     gawking dellips hair          
                                                    
                                          with downy sable
                                                                  
                ruf  wired  dna          

                                           split
                                           eagerly
                                           thighs
                                            )

                                            A ****** parenthesis(waiting to be filled

wings O
divine
                slowly

feathers manacle
the air beneath
you boundlessly
the earth trembles
beating
a sour hot tattoo

as bustle muscles
to and wither
froing going
men and ladies
mingling like
sweet
                like

salty spit like
tongues
even to enter
one tingling
mouths
                 they yaw

and pitch
i think it grossly
wonderful
and i see marked
amongst the figures
hurriedly to
mix (bile and honey)
the longing stuff
of girls
                 but

O wings lifted
a pinions to heaven
ever whiter
i yet don't
turning seamlessly
upon the moral
wind
              i
                   fly

wink twiddlers and tiddly winkers
slinking drinkers
in summer linger
loveluscious men hungry *******

those ladies are so
and dirtygorgeous loveless
twaddle with irate squirming
*******

by docks and alley backways
nestled dankness warmly
coils moist pools of
amberest light

in them drinks painful women
things incommensurable
uninnocent girl parts
prattle **** pieces

but some got pretty fast hot skin
belching from the hot music
coffins in short little
skirts covered *****
barley

WIN
    -terin
        your
         1st ******
        gown WIN
   -ter
       in your
     unbesmearched
    pale ****
   lips
    WIN
       -terin
          your
        unfucked
       lovely
      pallor
     unbroken whiter
   lips WIN
   -ter
       in your
     uncaressed
    unbearable
   innocent ivory
    lips WIN
-ter is
    an ugly flower
WIN
   -ter
       is a homely
        monthly
      blossoming
       ruby petaled
      rose WIN
   -ter breaking
  into colorful
   heaps of sticky
  callous profusions
  WIN
     -ter
        in your
       cheeks WIN
      -ter is
    a hot blushing
     gush WIN
   -ter
     lovely ugly
    WIN
       -ter
           do
        you
           like
         it
           WIN
         -ter
    when they
     break your
      tenuous
     vilely neat
    walls WIN
         -ter?
      hot running
     lips WIN
    -ter do
      you like
       hurting
      sharp flowers
       ruby
        petaled
       ultimate
     painful thorned
   flowers
  ?between the
  untouched lips
of your
   snowed lips
  WIN
     -ter
  i will
   plant so
    deep a little
   naked keen
  rose WIN
   -ter
  i will bury
   it in
  you WIN
         -ter
      and its
    hurting
     bloom WIN
   -ter will
     set you
   fiercely on
  edge WIN
-ter it
    will set
   you
      screaming

with certain jesting apprehension
i entertain her moist ***** darting elocutions
she's splaying candidly 'pon ever
witless grunting foul vocular aberration
outside the roaring box of wet tinder
's a window slapping manacle
of steely girth. the sky's tongue
folds straightening air into the fat
oblong of the sea particularly
as probably i'm listening listlessly
to grand nothings plopping gently
from loose teeth grinding small
headed sally i'd could hardly say i                               care

with cords electric, you've strung me stinging, with them, me. your mouth
is an apple. your mouth is a fragrant cavern.
in which is my my mouth. mingling. from them springs a mountain

of wind. your hands are, on your wrists, pale spiders. on me slung. your web
of cool scuttling love. on my belly.
you go supple. into palms. they are a colour. your colour. the colour of death

just before you live. you are strenuous. a boundless taught moment. of unugly caffeine. i am a noise.
and you are a colour. you said it in me. big and tiny. in my tiny bigness.

and in the backyard. by the sleeping pile of forests. you draw the hammer
of your guns. and i wilt.
sprouting. effortlessly. infinitely. eating the gilt purse of your pinkest tiny.

and we are like wind. who grapples with leaves. and they touch like
lovers. we are like that.
like health. like sickness. freshly shearing. every molecule of our bodies

onto the indigo eaves of eve. quickly, carnivorously, slaughtering light.
let's then just be.
in quiet. and symmetry.
cords electric. strummed with fallen night.

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
              !

would , maybe someone , inform me as to why
fleeced in morning's fiercely nimble glow
a flower might, undead, livid, 'gainst the neat
stomach of sky crackle stunningly minute
yellow
                  and roaring

                                             with intense fragility

be right next to my hip and with the 2 red, and a black, dots
of an ant scurrying across the span of a barely petal;gleaming
deliriously apt with colour)smile, a wan, nolips grin and
that that it might be Spring in a whole bright day clothed
in a seamless cowl of grey; the general blade of sky might,
like a leaf of grass, leap from heaven into my chest

               staggers
          ;
tumbling into domineering noon) and that I: ridiculously living, might
witness such an instant incredibly perfect. Dying
                                                                                        ?

curve lush forest cresting simple green
empty jeans crumpled indolently

    skinny thighs;the swiftness of your teeth

it apprehends: a smile, slender, apparating specifically
imbued cleverly upon my face. incorrect light sputters
   drifting merrily on the music of muscles. an apex of exhausted
    threads contracted sanguine,

         tactful ***. moan the pavement of youth flocked resilient streets
some about, where is a hall of dusted antiquity

                   they put their heads in books

barely it was swaying terrifically in cotton wind of sharp niggling wafers that flummox specially the growling infant sea, this lake, where i am by and satting with my soft particular femme who's metal slithers from her very roundest nostrils glinting rather unobtrusive and stubbornly silver. and jousting by in meager dollops college children blatantly. a basic scent of nonsense huddles on the 2's and 3's (or mayhaps more) they slant upon the dappled lazy soil reticent and uncouthly tread upon with flats little souls. their heads are fat with gullible churning knowledge. they farted from the dusted books. that stately chord of mugging music. that lays in bricks and mortared sighs. on the hillest of tops over looking the cordial bay.

city winter waiting
short haired trollops
you gathered flocks
husk the abrupt
crumbling stones
of knowingthings
houses
where frail men
wear words
(but you septum
pierced cuties you
're so candy
in your skinny thighs
leggings
you keep sweat
trapped in your
skin
and i just want to get it out)

you  are   the    most ardent summation
of the *** cells blistering in a womb
to spit on my skin your fragrant
  
        god

odoring perfection like the trembling husk
of a bloodless heart sleeve worn wearing: the tears streak absolutely"
dust me with the slivers of your sorrow
and i will lead you to the cleft of my stupid limbs
where all melancholy will cleanly disintegrate

                              morf
your so special frame. i love thee. do thou love mE?

scream wild silence
into the calm noisy streets
                                  young feet flecked.
a hushed overture of creased whispers
          profuse in the market sulfur tide.

all the windows wax an offer to the loose money pockets.

"who would wear that?" i hear i


                                                                       hear i hear.

i have found
          i have found what
i               have
    
        found what you taste like

you taste like the rusty feathers of a sighing ocean
tempest.         like              the             .

          you taste like a shower of stars crackling
on the belly of the night. white and stiff and minute and.

               like  taste you i. salty. and. put my skin on yours
the most supreme dominion of sudden heart beats sanguine
          pump
                      loose strands of limbs tangled. you,i,taste like you taste like
a
            burst of life in the arteries of the still sons. a delicious
          
              BLOSsom
                                                            slippery petals finger split.

   like  the     rain. do you taste. falling.              enshrouds the crown
of my devotions.               flavor riot                          !

                y.ou     are   taste    like  i like to taste you)

     like the sun likes to taste the mountain girls breast crumbs
                                    jutting
pink. pleasure crumbles from your shivering.

                         and how are your bones so diligently under
your skin? and i lick them. and they are mine. for but a moment.
  but i
                     am
yours                                    till                quiets

the stutter             of          my          flittering         red muscles;

                   .

in the part of the cool hill's soft thighs
trembles the callous shaft of dawn
penetrating the ephemeral violence
of the stabbing rods of arbor scent
damply the night mare goes galloping
whinny little sins of star caresses

but none are so shy and sly as the
eye clasped hollow in the stench
of (and also the slender flowers
smirk at the blossoms young
flesh broken by the light song)
Morpheus' guileless laughter

as shattered the disheveled clubs
swing ransoms of heart lips between
the twain of the enchanted leaves
there rests a silver bit of girl so
blisteringly beautiful blushes all
the world for holding this trembling
aperture of onyx plait holding femininity

so electric is the artifice of her glimmering
chastity, swore the sun it would never
shine on any other thing so savagely its
shivering skin of golden pleasure as this her
(but just so the moon loved her too
as passionate as any other lover ever imagined
or material. spitting delicate strands of shimmer
upon the golden-brown skein of her shoulders)

she woke startled by the amorous dome
crinkling on the perfection of her lithe
sensual frame. stupidly the ideal birds
sang, trying to match the elegance of
her narrow waist; but failed hideously
drowning the silence in virulent soundless
noise. then brimmed every god to the lip
of everything to peer upon this unbearable
visage and dither in the perfection of its curves.

suddenly the Rose blistered from the soil
and came wetly a residue of crimson from
its supple petals mounting the vision of her
absolute eyes. splaying the gentle hips of
sight to receive the splendor of its thorned
stem into her hand and ***** the silk
of her hands slowly releasing a jewel of life

all this witnessed by the cloistered huddles
of gossamer children. hideously perfect men
wantonly begging for the grace of her sensual
pond. beckon they, to them, her but she refuseth
and make for the realm of Hades. quietly, in
death, waiting for some heat to unfreeze the
skin of her blue heart frozen still darkness.

and i say the sun is callous
     for nothing ever shall be
so
                beautiful

as the delicate fronds splayed unerringly
before my hands. and i do place my vestige
in its thrall and as it is i am nothing compared
to the softness of its belly. so lay inlaid with
rouge splendor and indelible.

   beneath  and
under and my tongue
is the sprouted clavicles
an orchard of pleasure in verdance
     blazingly dim in the moon puddles
writhing     the    muscles of implacable sensation. go to the tiny hall


            and whisper

with Venus. she is grace and smooth and the sea muttering
with the loose wind. fashioned from naked blood.

we                         areonly         what
          
          we                    are.    clean predators
all muscles knotted fascia grimacing in
blood. swollen violence,blackeyed
nails scrabbling dainty sanguine troth.
careful gears wild nerves crackling.
and mars only fathoms the humor
of dead skin broken smooth graves
picket the hills.
                             yet          pledge i do
my little arms to
                              a pursuit of
gently broken skulls.

                                         art

i love the slender branches singing and the sun crisping the disheveled songs mixing in the wind's palms. shatter softly sunlight on the meadow of my flesh.

it was the velvet of the cool light. tugging on the dark sun. like singing the nothing touched every ideal and came whispering to the flowers. and


                                    BLOOM.

& what are you?
                         you; are

           the
                      naked saturday
sweaty hills neatly on your
skin. thou art:

        the rain

damply kissing a thousand times
my neck. you are the supple stocks

         the roots               ;                  the petals

you are a fountain of stunning music lashing
crimson fists on my and you are a flock
of                            muscles            rightly.

          or

you are the splinter of *** in a nocturne moon plated
demurely akimbo. you are thee. you are the
contraction of my fibers in the ecstasy of
                 wet
                        summer
                                     lips) the crescent of heaven
and you are
                        eht
. fragility of life in a manifesto of pleasure.
                        are you are the lucid abstraction of
beauty. aphrodite Fleshed in the sinew of reality. cambered in the
pasture    my hands.
      you                             are

                                                       YoU
arE.             m

                             I

              n

                                            E

collapse the husk of sin with the
lucid dirt caked better and more.
all about your cascade. and bleached
serenity stiffly decaying. a grave calm
in the ******* of untold lovers. to be
cadaverous an apathetic magic.
seems it to me the sky was blue but
cracked melody of ruffled gray
hips sprawled exactly on its
electric lips to tickle precisely the accurate
giggle of rainbow fuzz.  hush now delicious
day and break staggeringly on the luscious nightmare.
   A lusus naturae  said "why not dip the razors in your

                        purity to slit the rhythmic shudders
of your
                   vermilion  music. but anon hither it doth
come and merry it will slander with the clouds?"

  slither correctly it wAS  in the ponds of streelight ******.

      begging white palpations to the weak skin.

            but flustered in wickedly; in her still column
of hot ice. i loved only her.

in the rictus of an amethyst eve lays
the indomitable promise of cotton festering
under salient groves of hot fingers licking
the ridge of supple *******. in profusion dapple
   crescent lips and sickle rivers running heavy
drunk limbic tickling breathes. so wet. the damp
ember carousing. in fragrant discord. all sensual
clamor violently. in verily know my limbs and every
atom of my dew

    for i shall sprawl upon your effigy the clusters
of my heart

you

you are

you are a

you are a mess

y ou area mess

yo uaramess

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you are me

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

            bent baby

i know you

you look a little lost drunk toylike demure
stumbling doll pretty i peer you cutting
through gnashing heaped throats i spy
your gangling figure ungainly miniature
legs tottering deftly sensual upon your
hips
        you slice stupidly through the tiny
hot music and you look so eatable you
look so nice and pristinely garbled perfect
unkempt ***** pleasant uneasy
i'll catch you by your languorous laxing
limbs i'll ****** you from falling hard
into the smarting wet floor i'll bring your
feverish nonsense Redder mouth
to mine and we'll do something perhaps
hotter
          
something, perhaps, louder

from where's bloods coming going

           (hearts to hands)

flowing clearly imagined
into letters crisp
and words immutable
they (blushing
and sundered) enamor
warmly gushing
rills and rivers consuming
the mind sharpest
and soul firmest set planted
roots down
into niggling deepness
they blossom
(those words febrile
and haught)
in my body's heart
(and i pluck
seeds from their small strong
buds blooming
and i plant them in your body's heart)