sometimes i am alive because with
me her alert treelike body sleeps
which i will feel slowly sharpening
becoming distinct with love slowly,
who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth
until we shall attain the Springsmelling
intense large togethercoloured instant
the moment pleasantly frightful
when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly
begins with mine fiercely to fool
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)
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so i guess this is one substitution of porn.. cummings writes so beautifully
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I agree with the above comments. Cummings wrote some very heavy stuff on sex, but somehow still made it seem in such good taste. It makes me want to melt, the way he does it. He sounds like such a gentleman.
I rather like this one. It's so sweet and simple. How does Cummings do it? "the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips"--honestly, who else could write something so unconceivably wonderful, beautiful, brilliant?
I don't know a single person.
I would give this to my lover--if I had a lover. Unfortunately, I do not, and thus I weep at my pathetic existence. This poem shows me I'm really missing out. -
Awesome, and so sensuous! I agree with smiling spider
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Whoa! that's hot.
Surprised we have so few of his works here.
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