at last again the dying

(this prickish

         the soft and)

Spring is to hotter

(body are

            the


                  more     )

become in Summer


        


          (a tongue)

of such heatness to move
articles of fun
to disdissemble gorgeously

they

's

shoulders fiercish cumly

and they's

muscles pointed
waists
attenuated
to hipish
widely spend


(that where

where spends

my wonder

to wonder where

what under there

is what underwear

                                    )

think
i hope
it's
skinny

it's
thin
neon easy

to "please"
too "please"
hot too
"please" to

remove please

on your knees
(please?)


in Summer where
under there
wears
an itchly urgish
to bare

the clefted fold
in freshly cloven 'air


in (the)
dying (Spring time)
the (only) pretty (ring time)


When Birds Do Sing