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[wilde_lover]

i love e.e. cummings. i want to say more than any other poet, but i'm not entirely sure that's true. tennyson is up there as well. but..man..he was just so wonderful and beautiful and thought provoking and...words can't even do him justice. how do you use words to describe the most amazing wordsmith. i don't know that you can. here is one of my favorite poems of his. it's not even an especially brilliant poem, there's not a lot of trickiness going on in this poem as one would find with a lot of his other works. but, it just makes me happy. and it makes me want to be in love, or be with a love, or something all cheesy and sappy like that. of course it makes me think of someone in particular, but i'm not even going to bother saying who it is, as saying it outloud makes me pretty sad, as nothing is going to happen there...and, well...that makes me heartbroken. but, hey..at least he and i are friends. not the kind of friends who will tell each other about dating other people, cause thinking about him with a girl makes me very blue. but..the kind of friends who, if he ever needed anything at all, i'd be there for him. (anything at all other than girl advice of course.) um..ok..this is making me a little bummed..so...onto the poem. :-)

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a 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 so quite new