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matt r May 1
wave, to wonderful swirling
bluegreen cool

apex. acme. precipice of
Us; the cresting belief in
                         'We are to be'

rolls&folds me out
    to float - the polar verse
of promise in' shoes

so cymbal crash on back
of beat. the symphony aqua!
              acquiesce His vice

stroke Her little seawater death.
all things in time return to wave.
matt r Apr 23
the un bridled un
                         buttoning
  of sense
               ...
                (          a     pointless,whipping
                                             towel of wind)
                                                        ...­
& the sylphic roots
           ,whom in their
fishbowl head.
      their endless lung

                       un dressed You
         ....
                               (static RINGing
                                electric moan)
                                          ...
& Your greenhillmounds
                 trembled
          greener,became
...
(this              wracked                 incessant
          waltzing whistle.    )
                                                ...­
                       a poolofpunch. the
                       cellulose We once dug
                       our fleshly little Thumbs into
                ...
                   (a two-hundred mile
                                      rockfall splash)
                                                         ...
                       stained like
                        the idea of heaven

  &myshirttoo                             deliquesced
     diffused                               &liquified
  
We covered              Our Earthly Body
                 in organic spilling mess &
drank

(ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff­)

                 Us                        like we ******.
matt r Apr 23
the airsick scarf of
                                    /well,nothing/
snakes down My back
as a familiar hand          might
a pale&flexing spine

enticing'er
               swimming assembly
                     of corpuscles
     (&theveneratingrubsofsternum)

ha! no! relinquish the
   cold       &
   metallic     sting

                                        to Her,so
                                        svelte,the
       ­                                 succuba
                        ­                of chance.

to Her,then,
the sketch of
one's chimera
matt r Apr 22
unrhyming in the jilty way                      i am
never stepping how You weave flowersome

(chalky Moon she can not finger into
/liquid Sun her molten gold    will,dryup)
the ground,
   each flowersome heel You soft-soap
into charming new Somethings,
                                              lifely green

no setting - kinda jellylike - the eve
will forges on in her shimmery way
(& birdsong is similarly shimmery)
lasting forever like lifetime of bees
,hopefully,
                  or preserved in petalwrap
(& it is You   giving the time its tick)

You are in rhyming with the Universe
so hum in the       softly folds of music.
a sonnet (sorta)
matt r Apr 22
i will weigh
each plasticky
edge
          of
               love
'gainst each soft hand

  & feel their flow
riding finger grooves

find an ego-shaped
              box
(round with       atomic
         what/whereness)
& keep there

wanting More with
      /Her

wanting Such  with
                    others

so It spills
                      ,like
honeymilk,& sweetness
eyes  (,dilating,)   me

diluting form & fuzzing
hardfast careening
joy.            in motion
                  &iam sick

is it newness of This?
is it secret       fizzing
Desire for You,
                   Me for Me
matt r Apr 20
the open more of
    waiting,     almost
eye-watering yawn

& his hotwet breath.
oh   His hot breath
brothe new day,

suckling     oily     fingers
turning page page after page
just to read ahead

there is pleasure...in the
wait   * ******* stretch of
interlacing muscly almosts

nothings nows ending
tensing tingling when
matt r Apr 16
i want the     this&that of

(see) You are
                    in essence
the Being Of. You are It.

It is oh such a thing
                        to body dip
         in,un   writeable beauty.
to swallow You whole as
              more than idea

You are oh,such a thing to
        get into
                      & praise as
          divinity,here You are.
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