e. e. cummings

Today my poem of choice is by e. e. cummings (1894-1962), one of the gods of my pantheon. A poet who was always original, a unique voice who could be smart, sad, sensuous, funny, cheerful, heartbreaking, and insightful - sometimes all at once in the same poem.

SONNETS-ACTUALITIES, XXIV

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 fur, 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

FIC: Torchwood - Frequency

Title: Frequency
Author: fajrdrako
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: Cross-posted to my lj, and to torch_wood. With thanks to flautopiccolo for the beta.

( Frequency )