“lady, i will touch you with my mind”
by e.e. cummings
lady, i will touch you with my mind.
touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
(lady i will
touch you with my mind.) Touch
you,that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which i do not write.
(Thanks to The Clock’s Loneliness for having the text of this poem and many, many others).