"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.