I want to
overwhelm your mountains
hey, girl
I am a dripper of coins
a pouch for you, stain your sheets with copper and nickel
stick to your summer fur
rub me behind the earfolds, makeawish
sit around outside in dark dark silent summer
or lay on your stone, on your back, shirt pulled up
pale stomach
constellation-lit
my constellated torso
and
longlegs
crossed at the ankles
be my best friend at nighttime
urge me coquette
try for me to call you through a flirt, a longdistance wink at-me
so I can fold my wings
under my down spots
in my own bod
to wihdraw from your touch-words
the threat of
the hum of
your mellifluous murmurs
it might be on the way, or a thousand miles out of
on the way
the pacific, almost reaches
or canada, it nearly touches me
get me in your forest climate,
I want into your urging dense
your fat ancient wood
making me a small thing,
an occasional thing
my spot body for your moss
to cling to
give my suctions little flirts to grip
and temporary promises to sigh about
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09 June 2013
21 May 2013
sexy
guessing what comes out? melancholy & sanguine.
sometimes sacred. mercurial baby
bet on that rocket
rock me asleep, stone me
to death. print me with letters
talk me out of it, talk me into it
close me up
close up beside me
close into me
close, into me
maybe it's the weather
maybe I make the worst weather
tengo mal tiempo
I wish I had allof the world's balloons to ride
back to last August or July or someplace
to some preplace
when I was just a kid in the sun
with a different kind of weather
I'm sorry I've been a wrath
I hope I am honest
I hope I am a trustful
bc I can sleep through the nights, now
I do things before bed
I draw those flowers
I let Kafka in my ears
& my melancholy blood
it is a pretty lot still, me
I mean, I could be a graduate with this mind of mine
I could muster the strength of many men up in here
I could rally
my virility
I could smoothe her hair
caress her down
make less lonely how-it-is
I wonder if I'll get fired for taking all of these breaks
but I'm trying to get true broke, see
bc I've heard that sometimes you need to break it
to snap back into place
sometimes sacred. mercurial baby
bet on that rocket
rock me asleep, stone me
to death. print me with letters
talk me out of it, talk me into it
close me up
close up beside me
close into me
close, into me
maybe it's the weather
maybe I make the worst weather
tengo mal tiempo
I wish I had allof the world's balloons to ride
back to last August or July or someplace
to some preplace
when I was just a kid in the sun
with a different kind of weather
I'm sorry I've been a wrath
I hope I am honest
I hope I am a trustful
bc I can sleep through the nights, now
I do things before bed
I draw those flowers
I let Kafka in my ears
& my melancholy blood
it is a pretty lot still, me
I mean, I could be a graduate with this mind of mine
I could muster the strength of many men up in here
I could rally
my virility
I could smoothe her hair
caress her down
make less lonely how-it-is
I wonder if I'll get fired for taking all of these breaks
but I'm trying to get true broke, see
bc I've heard that sometimes you need to break it
to snap back into place
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