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.
E.E. Cummings | "Lady, I will touch you with my mind".
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