(2000), my docter fucked

me through a poem:

i like my body
when it is with your
body. It is so quite
a new thing.

she read the words:

Muscles better
and nerves more.
i like your body.

i thought of the
picture,
her,
back in the 60s,
so, audrey hepburn,

i like what it does,
i like its hows.
i like to feel
the spine of
your body
and its bones,

her eyes hadn’t
changed,

and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness

it was my
first time
since
i was eight,
in 93’

and which i will
again and again
and again

her voice sent
the vibrations up
and down up
and down

kiss, i like kissing
this and that of you,
i like,
slowly stroking the,

my shivering
spine and
awoke
my big kid
eyes

shocking fuzz
of your electric fur,
and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh

she sat,
inches apart,
i comming in,
she comming
out

. . . . And eyes
big love-crumbs,

i sat,
ages apart,
i comming in
she comming
out

and possibly
i like the thrill

her eyes
taking my
dazzled
innocence

of under me
you
quite so new.

Good poem :smiley:

THAT MADE ME SO HAPPY FOR SOME REASON!
i feel happy in the way that a child feels when he/she receives a toy!

that poem is so original
if it were an item, it would be gumdrops

Large parts of this poem are taken from a poem by e.e. cummings - “i like your body when it is with your”

  • And an interesting take on it, it was, but why didn’t you reference the e.e. cummings “borrowing”?

Or is this all wildly intentional - a poem within a poem!

There you go:

:wink:

actually, the entire poem is within.
at first i ended it with
eee eeeeeeeee
cummmmings
but then I thought that was too much, and figured, that it’s nice for the reader to discover it for themselves.

That’s a true story too, interesting eh? :laughing: the post-modern world.

thanks for the sweet comment embracetrees. it got me into a sweet mood to write an (i don’t know what to call it yet) poem. fyi: here’s the famous e.e. cumming’s poem i deconstructed to intwine into this one:

e.e.cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new


p.s.

colinsign, you sound a little upset. I like your poem too :stuck_out_tongue: (don’t envy “!”) heh :sunglasses:

I was a little upset I thought you where brazenly using cummings poem and trying to pawn it off as your own. I realise this is not the case now.

I don’t evny you - I am the greatest writer in the world.