Poetry

I wish I wrote poetry more....in fact, I have one brewing that I just might post on here eventually.
Poetry inspires me.
I love the imagery of it.
I love that so much of the language is open to personal interpretation.

Then I love how blunt it can be....

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-smoothness
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

~e.e. cummings~