Old love


There are several poems and books that attract me like some powerful magnet, that I just keep coming back to. I have books sitting on my shelves that don’t stay there quite long enough to gather dust: the old classics like Shakespeare or Bukowski, and the more obscure works like ‘Confessions of Max Tivoli’ or Sandra Hochman.
There are plenty that I read and donate immediately afterwards, knowing I will never pick them up again, but these books; these staples I feel are almost a part of me. My fingerprints surely embedded in the well-worn pages by now.
Today I couldn’t find anything new to wring out of my brain and I don’t feel like posting anything old either, so I will share one of my favorite poems, by EE Cummings. What are some of the books or poems that you just keep reading again and again?

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new


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