poem of the day

[cavils]

'i like my body when it is with your' by e.e. cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh....And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

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'For an Album' by Adrienne Rich
Our story isn't a file of photographs
Faces laughing under green leaves
Or snowlit doorways on the verge of driving away
Our story is not about women victoriously perched
on the one sunny day of the conference
Nor lovers displaying love

Our story is of moments
When even slow motion moved too fast for
the shutter of the camera
Words that blew our lives apart like so
Eyes that cut and caught eachother
Mime of the operating room
Where gas and knives quote each other
moments before the telephone starts ringing
Our story is how still we stood
How fast