sometimes i am alive because with
me her 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 Springsmelling
intense large togethercoloured 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 leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)
wow, just wow…way to describe something so purely, without resorting to profanity or cliches….this is a true master of language…ee cummings uses language for what it is really for: communicating.
this poem is amazing and wonderful. If ever this was written about even a moment of time with me, I would never let the author out of bed again!….RR
He definitely got laid off this poem. Not much needs to be said about the words – the action probably speaks for itself.