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WHEN
when i miss you most
again pink the close of the day
when You are not here
morning close of night
as if it contained you me
too see mourning with
Shrinking
Sometimes you start to shrink
when i think
of you on the street in Milan
eye was near
nearly in tears when i asked
speak for me,
on the phone,
i can’t possibly,
in Italian.
The head dumbly Shaking
starting the shrink
almost shame
i loved you, for
wouldn’t you do almost
anything for me?
my knight in shining armour
or not, it seems
majik or some silliness-made
UP Word! You know?
rain
rain cold wet
i hear it now, the rain
starting and your voice
shaking slightly why
i notice all the small
internal twitches that
make you shake on
the outside when i
said your name, your
hand came out just
enough for me too
to touch and feel that
shimmer run through
like electric current
rain cold wet for
you i want
to make me warm
Be Pink The Sky Now
there is one star left
centered above the giant wonkey pine
it flickers like the furnace just coming
on rattling sounds paper walls
i doze again and it is almost gone
so good were the stars this night
i tried to stay awake watching long
long enough to see one shoot or fall
touching the tip of the pointed branch
maybe it will rim the curve, no
now its as if in the middle of a glass
almost gone, drank, headache holiday parties
imagine it blind, i cry, don’t leave
stay hanging in The Sky for
ever lasting light and tiny pricks
all the connection and how it feels
losing our senses, gaining a new
like nothing we have ever known
type of touch that could never be
before love before loss be
pink the sky now
WANT /too
In the field one sits
long hard tall, balanced
my soft pink sweater w
holes for finding gophers
men, you, who
wins? it was never about
until now reach inside
a suitcase varietal
my under where
he sits and waits along
lines of unpassionate love
do it, touch me there, eye
ask not what you can
do me like that, confident
hard tall feeling, a glass
between the rows
twirling elegantly
between my fingers
TOO RUB YOUR
RUB YOUR PENIS
Butt first, i smile up
Along the inside of your legs
Rub, rubbing. you write to me
You want, too, butt
Sheaks lifting slightly
two different things
Double talk
I wonder, two different men
Pulling apart around the
Center, you exhale, desiring
Not yet, i play more watching it
Grow, lick just along
the line getting longer
Base to eye, want too
Sling my legs over the top of
you now
And move just write, i never
Did rub, butt you wrote
It
WHY
Will you pose for me as
Eye you i will too
Sketch your wretched old
Penis shriveled in afterglow
a blur
the blur of the fog sits low
till static mists of light become stars
tiny and new, as if
as if one could be reborn a billion light years from here.
what could it be to have known you then?
taken your hand, the side of your arm
i pull in to you
Sit Low
the blur of the fog sits low
till static mists of light become stars
tiny and new, as if
as if one could be reborn a billion light years from here
what could it be to have know you then? taken your hand,
the side of your arm, i pull in to you.
PURPLE REIGN
OH EYE WANT
O i want to have a wedding
In the purple reign
Purple reign
Purple reign
A dress soft white and flowing and
A simple crown
Simply elegant and green, green
Stone eyes and kisses hot
Hot like when eye was a mountain maiden
Dressed in fur and handled by strong men
A kiss
Purple hot and slow w
Him jim
escargoT
Plump and dripping rounded
Feeling hands
4/23/18 NO SLEEP
NO SLEEP
Till Tejas or just Hause the dude on the ranch i wish i had
Like that place where we go, to be
Too have it all – you know – as i see you
Everything or nothing,
nothing at all, said from the stairs
Be careful, a fall, exhaustion and drinking too much
Where have you gone to Jerry, Brown
Is downtown and remember
Remember – the love that the love that
The love that.
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