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PK Wakefield
Poems
Aug 2015
Untitled
this suddenly flesh over me
which saying not words
speaks
(says)
with brushed by fineness
of slightly golden hair:
back and knee and shoulder
who web between sequence of bone
muscles in hurling coils of, "yes."
deeply and more fair than
roiling plate of sea
seething and curves
with wave of heat;
(turned heat)
curved by blade
of mouth and neck.
(i am love you) the which
parted and swelling
to fit within;
eyes, ******* and freckle.
(and do the undoing thing
from where all newness comes:
the "Dear," the "I,"
tongue into
kiss;
breach the fold
where's silent–bliss .)
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