when my love comes to see me it's
just a little like music,a
little more like curving colour(say
orange)
against silence,or darkness….
the coming of my love emits
a wonderful smell in my mind,
you should see when i turn to find
her how my least heart-beat becomes less.
And then all her beauty is a vise
whose stilling lips murder suddenly me,
but of my corpse the tool her smile makes something
suddenly luminous and precise
-and then we are I and She….
what is that the hurdy-gurdy's playing
When My Love Comes To See Me It's
E. E. Cummings
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Poem topics: I love you, beauty, heart, murder, music, silence, smile, smell, mind, wonderful, orange, colour, I miss you, suddenly, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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