#AmericanWriters
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
“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…
you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
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
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…