if a came summer
                          (over the beaches
                      sweat
                           in ribbons
                       or rivulets
                    binding the sand
                            with *******
                   and ****
                                     improbably
                     fleshy rumples
                                                     )
i'd be gladly giddy in its shall on me
its lazy hands on me
   to draw me to it in
    to it drawn a manacled surly
      bead of magic
        burning ***
          on loose footing
            the unreasonable grains
               of sloughing seconds
                 I
came a summer
                                 to
                   livid unmanageable moments
             where myself and myself
            used our stuff of soft and pink
           to drizzle drugged blatant
          skin on a beach somewhere i have been with you in the fall but then it was not so
          like the hot testing nerve (the bar of crimson branding light) instead a pale and
          frail limpet gruffly muscular light was all over it and it was cold and i pulled you
          really in my arms stabbing the youth of you slender able promise of corded
          elation hotly sudored morsels of.