my love <br />thy hair is one kingdom <br />the king whereof is darkness <br />thy forehead is a flight of flowers <br />thy head is a quick forest <br />filled with sleeping birds <br />thy breasts are swarms of white bees <br />upon the bough of thy body <br />thy body to me is April <br />in those armpits is the approach of spring <br />thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot <br />of kings <br />they are the striking of a good minstrel <br />between them is always a pleasant song <br />my love <br />thy head is a casket <br />of the cool jewel of thy mind <br />the hair of thy head is one warrior <br />innocent of defeat <br />thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army <br />with victory and with trumpets <br />thy legs are the trees of dreaming <br />whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness <br />thy lips are satraps in scarlet <br />in whose kiss is the combinings of kings <br />thy wrists <br />are holy <br />which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood <br />thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases <br />of silver <br />in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes <br />thy eyes are the betrayal <br />of bells comprehended through incense<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love/
