i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni

into the smiting sky tense with blend ing

Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…

somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…

writhe and gape of tortured    perspective    rasp and graze of splintered normality

raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but

“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness.  Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…

and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld.    We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…

I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive

one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of

after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer

i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved           the far-