love(being what it is) churns and whirls toand-
fro as wildsummergeese spread amid the
cloudburst like girls and boys that as they
tease whisper and wheeze and redden by

touch(which atthispoint is touching way beyond
touch-ing) i guess uncontainable as it is leads to
whatitleads (to such)a secret alliance in a sphere-
oftwo wherein nerve is nerve and more is

much more; nights now mergeinto days round
the wondrous curves of her mouth, boys being
nolonger boys, girls forever girls are ledastray by
shivers beginning at the luscious beginning of their

thighs, words subsist as misplaced sighs lost in
gusts of suspended strokes(and breathing.)  love(being
what it is being *** being love), blurs and blasts as
rhythmicompulsions and lasts, forever(while it lasts