What can I say about this poet? He says it all best of all:
the moon is hiding in
her hair.
The
lily
of heaven
full of all dreams,
draws down.
cover her briefness in singing
close her with intricate faint birds
by daisies and twilights
Deepen her,
Recite
upon her
flesh
the rain's
pearls singly-whispering.
e.e. cummings
This is about love. Betwixt and between. Suspended and floating. Falling and flying. In a state of grace.
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