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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

Lay Upon This

The sun waking up in the clouds
look! it has come but still one
can see throbbing, undulating
internal organs – the sun’s
heat and pink skin too sky a
why oh why evoking tears
the way it lightly, ever so slowly
touched the bottom of each
so tiny many cumulus
just yet painful beauty
for such potential lay
upon this new day

The Rain

The Rain
i wrote last night
sounds splatter broke by
car tires and chirps
soaked, i said wet, so
so, where is the
rain subsides – comes
and goes, comes again
You, The Rain, me
Cold. and i see us
Do you not think? and
That, that you sent
splattering

J’y vois plus clair dans mon jeu.
Light moves across the cathedral floor.
The hand beside the hole – just
one frame – wild flowers in
magnified technicolor, our art
won’t you please make, love
too me, avec vous, moi you

c’mon, baby
i want, too, feel you dancing
in the purple pain it will cause now i must get up and run – run – run fuck, me
it’s like instead of love, you say fuck,
then sign off.
fuck,
me

Now, tout suite, bien sur, it is me:
i am back for you, won’t you please?
i ain’t no fro fromage , you
all of it, art.
share with me, love

LOVE is e TOMB OF TEARS

love is missing – like some

code word for forever sad

too bad addiction takes many

love is giving – i to you too

me and how we burst

sun-like running blinded

through golden fields

we fall, elated, laughing

come closer, silly, she says

grabbing his butt as he lays

her, kissing where

are we?

yes. he says it all serious, tears

coming from his eye love you

too, she squeaks out from

under his hand goes down

kissing her deeper, feeling

her depths, layers of moist

clean and long he she closes

her eyes, squeezing him tight


 

TOMB OF TEARS
atonement
making amends
for yourselfish
w the
everything
she is
love

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as she well knew

As she well knew,
the big and the small weigh the same.”

As She well knew
The Big
And The Small
both knew too
feel the rain on your skin
touch the sky to the
flame flickers a candle
water pounding splashes
how much to move mountains?
just a half inch more over
some measurement of minutes
and if only we could really sense
shifts in time when earth and sky
come together in one huge mass
a deluge of mud rock rain cold wet

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

our reign

my rain on your skin
and let it stay dark broken
glass and all laughter

or you feel so much

my tears, my crying pain and

tears that rain and wish

too help. provide comfort and release,

show love.

understand

understand, p.33 ee
the rain i, loud splats,
read aloud while
repeat that sounding
understand, wriggling
delicious tadpole gi-
giggling too the sound
the rh-rhythm of the
rain, understand, eye
eye do see ee cum-
cummings for you when
when i have thought of you somewhat too
much and am become perfectly and
simply Lustful….sense a gradual stir
of beginning muscle,and what it will do
to me before shutting….understand
i love you….feel your suddenly body reach
for me with speed of white speech
 
(the simple instant of perfect hunger
Yes)
how beautiful swims
the fooling world in my huge blood,
crackling brains A swiftlyenormous light
—-and furiously puzzling through,prismatic,whims,
the chattering self perceives with hysterical fright
 
a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud”
a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud
a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud
 
too parts from the …
giggling
a sharp agreeable flower between my
 
amused legs
kissing with little dints,
love, making the obscene ours, breasts
tickle,show me,laughing let me,see
youwhen you wilt i’ll wince, you

i regret to inform you

And sometimes i think of war O’
mar of The Sea and cry
The images so, cry for the
pain in my chest, and tits
like such a minor, even if
but to have more and O’
mar of The Sea breaks
children die and why can’t
there be more years
seasons of good and
tears from tiny buds, vines
in so many connotations
like
in my hands wrap around
yours
i am dirty and from sweat
in
working the vineyard,
me
see you laughing, but
war, i cry. The bomb
A bomb O’
mar. my legs wrap ’round
yours
really i cry as i as why ask
why, come for you for
death made us do it

we woke together, entwined by blood

tears and sweat, sweet to the taste

and to be too see

you laughing as

the last thing we see before death

i regret to inform you