Solis
the poem which i do not write
by , 07-16-2010 at 08:15 AM (1978 Views)
Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
(lady, i will touch you with my mind.) Touch you, that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become with infinite ease
the poem which i do not write.
e.e. cummings, ca 1920
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