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deeply so
deeply so, have ever you thought, on a moment that you thought you knew
it? have you ever thought of
Summer with her flush
amber skin just bursting
almost apricot thick
colours professing
out her richly thatched
mouth in between the
lips of seraphs
oceans of wind that
in which a frond is bending, just almost breaking bending, in the
immense touching blood of blades of sand and grains of grass
who slough from brows of aching partings
and sore graftings.
in yourself
think ever you Did
the arms of your lover
against stiffly you
clutched who
lean ribs, who in
them beats
mornings of song
little a
filled with drifting
fuzzy
daughters lazy wood's cotton
?
in summer i went to seattle and down to its neck i drew my hands
and around them i was a sweating magic light full and a blister
of smiling residue; my grin was like a girl put my tongue in her mouth
and she pulled me real close and her bumps rumpled on my bumps
and we were real slow and hot and she was gross and perfect and long
and i remember how she's scalp was like a small black jungle
that my fingers (as her teeth were like little pricks of tingling all over
my scent) marauded around the profusion of her dazzling locks
which mocked the night who was contumelious at how they made love
with,andMurdered, whate'er foolish lance or drape of light was foolish
enough to touch with them. her hair was a serious fierce laughter. and
it filled right me up. right up to my pooling blood foolishly her face
was a goddess and i was a lamb.
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