#AmericanWriters
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…