when i am in love, my lips do
not speak
and this is the Autum-Time
of all my loving
and you are such a sunlight
within color of table-cloths
when-WIND rush in Doubt or To
snare the timid-like
so little warmth i have
felt — feel me glowing and i
sat with you watching the sun
grow so low As the November
evening mauls a New Curve of
love where lovers kiss and
(i kissed flesh like a boy
toy-balloon heart lifting
the highest portion of this soul)
as the ancient words of mouthLife
obscurely twitch through With breathing
as(honestly loving)Lips of a deep
lap THE enormous mindless passion
dreaming within wakefulness i
say: “What her mouth thinks of
(as if it were her engine-
then i am a piston fired)me
she shows in summers as the
keeper of those eyes i feel, love
through all of time yeah yeah

:: 09-10-2015 ::

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