Summer, it's been how long – uoy neeb, Summer? since
last time
i was inside you,
Summer.how
long low dry
in your intense
dull fragrance
,Summer , has
there been the
tranquil riven
deepening purple
of very supple
twilight, Summer?
the hair you are is very shining
between the creased heaving
of your ******* Summer; it
droops a slow slung leaving
of breath
of breathe/breathing.
Summer i can't do you think there are and how many nights inside you
their quick quick hands between the course prickle of wincing darkness
shingled with the tiny digging of pale spades?
(i do not know)
i will live occasionally until there are no more nights inside you
and i, cloaked in the able dirt of dying earth, the moist splinter of my body
quick quicker
than any night passed inside you since the last time i was
and longer
longer
than
the low the low low
black blackness
of steep steep steep dark.
