i you the world


               tread

'pon the wind


      lightly we


dash across deeply curving hushness
our lips to kiss

every blade o' grass sweating
somewhat demurely to ****
by the flutter of breath
and the sting of hulking Summer

to liven slumber
and stir darkness into light

(we should go to Paris where i will
with my not always hands
pierce your youth
and wear you on my fingers singing


singing i

wi

         llwe'll

go to the neck of everything
and die so hotly crushing
our bodies on bodies

we'll die in the rain

we'll die


we'll die



we'll die(kiss