Lady, i will touch you with my mind.

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.

e. e. cummings
from Complete Poems 1904-1962