"your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;"

again, an excerpt from ee cummings' somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.

the beauty of this poem... touches me inside, and voices my feelings in a way i never could.

We scheme,
demean,
i find
you blind,
too light-

in time,
we'll die.

We drink,
can't think
and sink
into an altered state.

Float up in bubbles
of yayity,
gaiety,
to our unquestioned deity
until we pop and bloom
and wilt, slowly
we descend-
i immerse my body

in gloom.

William Carlos Williams is the man!

What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.

The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?

- A Love Song, WCW.