"therefore let's kiss."

I decided I need to learn more about poetry.

So I browse the poetry shelf at work, and I decide to read some ee cummings.
This is not the greatest idea, though, since ee cummings is the poet I know best to begin with, and reading more of his stuff is not really going to improve my knowledge.

Anyway, here are a few poems that I found, and since love/sex is very much on my mind a lot these days, I want to put them here to remember them, since I can't bring myself to buy this book yet since I haven't fully exhausted the 3 ee cummings poetry books that I already own.


as
we lie side by side
my little breasts become two sharp delightful strutting towers
i shove hotly the lovingness of my belly against you

your arms are
young;
Your arms will convince me,in the complete silence speaking
upon my body
their ultimate slender language.

do not laugh at my thighs.

there is between my big legs a crisp city.
when you touch me
it is Spring in the city;the streets beautifully writhe,
it is for you;do not frighten them,
all the houses terribly tighten
upon your coming;
and they are glad
as you fill the streets of my city with children.

my love you are a bright mountain which feels.
you are a keen mountain and an eager island whose
lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging, which is
under you and around you and forever:i am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
your roots are anchored in my silence;therefore O mountain
skillfully murder my breasts,still and always

i will hug you solemnly into me.

***

skies may be blue;yes
(when gone are hail and sleet and snow)
but bluer than my darling's eyes,
spring skies are no

hearts may be true;yes
(by night or day in joy or woe)
but truer than your lover's is,
hearts do not grow

nows may be new;yes
(as new as april's first hello)
but new as this our thousandth kiss,
no now is so

***

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et
wee
n no
w dis
appear
ing mou
ntains a
re drifti
ng christi
an how swee
tliest bell
s and we'l
l be you'
ll be i'
ll be ?
? ther
efore
let'
s k
is
s


(more poetry later as i delve deeper.)