Tuesday, May 4, 2010

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

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Thursday, December 31, 2009

to my white man

here it is to the white man
claims to have his ways
just like rain drops
trickling down all the savories

thereby the seepage into the brown earth
as if the roots have stretched
and the leaves have found the radiance

fluffy fair clouds come again embracing
the deposits of the savories on the bronze world

Monday, December 21, 2009