sometimes i am alive because with <br />me her alert treelike body sleeps <br />which i will feel slowly sharpening <br />becoming distinct with love slowly, <br />who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth <br />until we shall attain the Springsmelling <br />intense large togethercoloured instant <br /> <br />the moment pleasantly frightful <br /> <br />when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly <br />begins with mine fiercely to fool <br />(and from my thighs which shrug and pant <br />a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she <br />carries in a gesture of her hips)<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-i-am-alive-because-with/
