O eve
O 1st starting nubile sparks
O thrush and warble
you skip tremulous and encroaching
puddle o' dankness rushing oe'r blade and mountain
you race the wind and gather up all the finite bodies of earth
in your illustrious cool mouth and blow each face and stem thy
kiss o' your illluminant clutching docile lips, which fornicate with
the merry spades o' silver stars a digging the freshest grave of day
(i'll fit into you
the stuff of me
in creases o'
your foldless
heaps and
coiffes
your hair marvelous and faultless
staggers brightly
from the pale splinter o' the moon
and it eats me into
the playful gnash o' its reticent
fists
)
O
eve
O
valley and stream
(meet with me tonight
beneath the pallor lady
and we'll make love)
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 5:25 AM UTC
O eve
O 1st starting nubile sparks
O thrush and warble
you skip tremulous and encroaching
puddle o' dankness rushing oe'r blade and mountain
you race the wind and gather up all the finite bodies of earth
in your illustrious cool mouth and blow each face and stem thy
kiss o' your illluminant clutching docile lips, which fornicate with
the merry spades o' silver stars a digging the freshest grave of day
(i'll fit into you
the stuff of me
in creases o'
your foldless
heaps and
coiffes
your hair marvelous and faultless
staggers brightly
from the pale splinter o' the moon
and it eats me into
the playful gnash o' its reticent
fists
)
O
eve
O
valley and stream
(meet with me tonight
beneath the pallor lady
and we'll make love)
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