“Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite ease the poem which i do not write.”
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.”