
e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it is with your]”
Always loved e e Cummings dirty poems……

e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it is with your]”
Always loved e e Cummings dirty poems……
you said is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body, to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little?)
Looking into
your eyes nothing, I said, except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.