“between the breasts
of bestial
Marj lie large
men who praise
Marj's cleancornered strokable
body these men's
fingers toss trunks
shuffle sacks spin kegs they
curl
loving
around
beers”
More from E. E Cummings
“Without the mercy of your eyes, your voice, your ways; how dark am I? No song, nothing.”
“Make me a child.”
“Honor the past, but welcome the future.”
“The utter silence of the untranslated stars.”