FabSwingers.com forum: 2nd in an Irregular Series

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Howayiz! A poem of a Monday, by ee cummings (yes, it's a real name!)

xx.

you asked me to come:it was raining a little,

and the spring;a clumsy brightness of air

wonderfully stumbled above the square,

little amorous-tadpole people wiggled

battered by stuttering pearl,

leaves jiggled

to the jigging fragrance of newness

—and then. My crazy fingers liked your dress

....your kiss,your kiss was a distinct brittle

flower,and the flesh crisp set

my love-tooth on edge. So until light

each having each we promised to forget—

wherefore is there nothing left to guess:

the cheap intelligent thighs,the electric trite

thighs;the hair stupidly priceless.

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Love-tooth

Wouldn't be the first metaphor that springs to mind, but I suppose that's why they get paid the big bucks!