This poem below is not new to me. I read it more than a decade ago, and enjoyed it immensely. I still do. Since I’ve begun to fancy myself as a poet sometimes, I’ve even begun to want to write a similarly impassioned one. Maybe next week?



may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

~ e.e. cummings



Have fun!

Note: I’ve been noticing that my ability (in terms of time) to reply is reducing drastically. It bothers me when I am not able to respond to your initiatives in a timely manner, dear reader. Hence, with a heavy heart, I must keep comments closed on my posts hereafter — not to discourage you from responding, of course, but to make sure I sleep well at night. I have, however, opened up another means to lose sleep — do write me an email if you feel you must let me know something about what you read here. I’d like that very much. And as for responding in time to that, I’m going to do that, even if I have to lose sleep. My email address is pr.i.ya[at]hotmail[dot]com