Elegguas

18 Tell me how close (3)

Tell me how elo/e (S) The tastes of yr flesh is fish now in my mouth and i return away from you as towards the loose of my mother's milk, my sperm settle back down in my belly . stale now & diverse . O how i wish i had nvr abuse you. use you like river cherries in my mouth from so long ago so ago and will nvr now grow from that moment when yr breasts were so ready & Celebes to mother my chilldren round & large & luminous on the cool sheets you had so specially smooth (ed) out & prepared w/scents from the medelline. the nipples as i had nvr seen them before, not even on the grass in the moonlight , as if in the menstrual months of my absence you had spooned them w/this soft sensual flow of pommegranate this loveliest grenade beyond the Iw&Gt the law and had surrendered all yr agony then, all yr soft swimming bones to this one sweet cruel crisis that wd have born us terrible twins 104 leaving our mothers in wonder. hiding their pride & their secrets of pleasure but dividing the island drawing daggers all along the seashores the horizons glinting w/their language of gossip & the thunderous gossamer rumours of incoming storms How all this wd have been one kind of world, perhaps - no - certainly kindlier - you wd have been bourne happy into yr entitlement of silver hairs and there wd have been no threat or flaw of cancer or forgetfulness or dementia or enemy break-in no danger then of that sort and i wd have published our lovesongs in their paradox no matter whe they take us . the x/hiliration - the fortunate accident of so many new fit transpatient metaphors . not the thin little run-down garden clinging against the hot grey walls of yr lonely afternoon home but a whole new pasture of egrets & seahawks & parrakeets & almond trees with their oriental eyes the paradaisal smell of oleander lebanon & alexandria all over the limitless green . But i failed you on those frozen sheets i cdn't get it up i cdnt get it in . until you had to turn away with the tears of our twins in yr eyes and the future fall, ing like the stars of the last days until you was at last or again this likkle old woman sitting in the corner with the toothless broom & the scars joy and all the critics ganging up to happily put down my books or worse sideline & ignore me and you nvr speaking to me anymore from yr womb until this morning when at last you come to visit in the guise of a new tv cyar in the driveway a newwoman . a young girl an interior decorator of scores dressed in the white of spiritual survival with sleight sandals of golden up the steps of my adobe up into the crunching marl of my loneliness and i reach out again to touch to embrace & embellish your kiss this taste offish of trieste that you havebecome this punishment of promise & renewal that you now bringing me too late in my life for bonfires or birthday parties of virtue too late in my life for fireworks &celebration & hot panties . too vertigo for cocktails xcept the white cock himself murdered like me by mad dogs on the pasture before we cd wake to the rescue and the sun coming up now on the saddest day of the year in wrinkles & un. recovery life-sentences between the leaves of the sandbox & the cassia trees & the droning of doves of archbishops of flies 106 ...