"boyness" poems
it's the clavicles her
the
inching of
the
(her)the
vulnerable teasing the
at the edges pink the
trimmed in neatness the
amble of girlness palish
******* just and
softer coiling
hushed by
an inch
of boyness)
she(the)her(the)
by the way sir(the)
i 'er the
gonna perce ya
a radiant by the folding o' yer faultless gleaming
(spear to plunge)
your heart and *****
a rill to let
of crimson mangé
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
fillme
fill my
fill my hands
fill my hands, light.
i'll climb You.
i'll reach each
finger over
each finger over.
i'll climb you up
(if even tinly i'll shall
by minute courage expand
into quickly dying night
the frailness of my body
and i'll clamor
i'll tip
sinuously
up
into thy strayingest brightness
my cup
and it will run over with you
it will burn
and, by a thousand strokes of brilliance,
it shall teeter briefly invincible
on awkward skinny youth
it shall stumble deeply radiant folding
each star folding
manifold upon
manifold upon
manifold upon
folding each star
into the hottest crimp:
a kiss foibl'd )
clumsily boyness hands
imparting with love most earnest
that spangle will
and climbing fingers
over each
into
that hurt
will sharply round
rib after rib
till reaches
(in burning Cupid's fiercest glow)
my destroying weakness
with the strength of your inimitable lips
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
the you the
that
the
totally
(which intensely does) Curve
upon curving
the twist of
some adamantine
hips collapsed
in one fatal crushing
of hushed nudeness Arrive
by mute girlness
of parting self
(where sleeps faultless
legions of boyness to kiss
with the waxing
of their paired moon
some wet keenness of bliss)
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
see it's like nothing how unfrail the wrist
**** pale with a couple of tan lines where
a used to bracelet
gold probably
flickers a hand
in out of an open window
i beneath
pass the spontaneous words of a mother
said by his father
and the whole vague riot of boyness
incised in bones
that wear eyes
that look up
and wonder
what kind of girl is on the other
end of a flickering hand
on a pale wrist
withtanlines
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
I know you don’t want to hear it
But one day you WILL
look up and think,
****** Mom”
And then notice the rose-gold
Of a sunset
Just like I’m
Always taken by surprise
At how your eyes
Can change from green
to dusty gold then blue
Depending on the hue
Of your plain olive
or blue H & M T-shirt
I know you don’t want to hear it
But you will take that hike one day
With one or two or three
Progeny in tow and go
“Wow, inhale that smell”
Of wet outdoors and nature and life
Just like I inhale the boyness of you
Before you become a man
The spicy alcohol of cologne hiding
The musk of undone laundry maybe
The sweat, excretion of locker room,
Football, or track exertion
I know you don’t want to hear
About the birds and the bees,
Sticking your head out the truck window,
“Mom, please!”
But one day she’ll come for your heart
Just like you came for mine
that morning you were born
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
how who
through
new what
(crisp)murder
of uncouth
****** glass:
BUILDINGS! (awholecity
suddenly of unerupting stillness
leaps by
slick courage of burning liquor
a slightly old
)a slightly stupid(
boyness of incorrigible grinning
arms of hands by body youth sick
a girlnesss about
entwining into steep darkness of hard love:
some mouth open.
some mouth eager.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC