Sunday, March 30, 2014

love song

you are everything i need
(don't tell me not to bleed)
let me be the poison seed
buried down beneath your earnest heart
let me ring your heart in fire
that thing you call: desire
let me be the redvoice choir
that sings flamerings around your every inward part

Don't tell me that you love me, when
You don't know who i am
I can lick you sinful skin but i
Am more than your woman
Don't tell me that you love me till
You know who i am

you are everything i need! i
will be your poison seed,
will root my longings in your heart,
and sigh,
and say Complete me!
Love me!
til I die --

Tits ass and sweetfat
wheatfat stomach i

am more than the sweet skin you  hold. More
than the name you cry

Don't tell me that you love me
Love me!
Seek in you gold and cinnamon. Why
I look inside your skin for myrrh,
for mary jane,
for sour rye --

Be everything i need
Let me be your
let me be your poison seed

Can you be
everything i need --

Don't tell me that you love me! be

Saturday, March 22, 2014


Now at last i love you
me --
who love your ease

cartoon Saturdays
playskinned knees

we boasted, cried
we lied, and hid
our playskinned knees

Just wait! she said
until your Daddy's home --
the enemy

we thought of you as one,
you two
you two
unspeaking islands in a wordless sea

You are not she

You who by heart would let me lie
and love
You put me in an Em shaped shoe
You made the shoe

You made me, crippled sad
rise from your brain
i did not do, i did
not say --

You wanted to know How and Why
The gray
Soft places did not frighten you:
i cried

You were the rock on which my gray rain fell
and did not bite
and did not kiss
nor did you tell me what --


You listened in

You love the many skins that we
in --

like you a shallow lover i
love the shoals
shun the deep (the dark)
the wicked souls --

You choose (peacelover) to bite
the sweet, white flaps on skin
To hear (not to let lie)
the smooth and lying thin
Skin of our hearts, that lie --

You listen in

you love
you do not judge

You listen in

Dear man, you give
your own sweet skyblue soul
your thinroot, thirsty tree

Dear man, you speak

You gave me, dying, your two ears
wrapped up in tissue paper

you listened to the love
the rot
the stenciled green

You loved the soft wormheart -- you said
In truedeep gold believe

Beloved, thinsoled, wormheart (you said):