I'm Alive

Sometimes I Am Alive With
sometimes I am alive because with
me him alert treelike body sleeps
which I will feel slowly sharpening
becoming distinct with love slowly,
who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth
until we shall attain the Spring smelling
intense large together colored instant

the moment pleasantly frightful

when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly
begins with mine fiercely to fool
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leaping reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)
CMA1234 CMA1234
46-50, F
May 25, 2012