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
There's something about this poem that always draws me in. I like the sensuality of it.
Kate and I went out on Sunday to find things for Em's birthday (which was Monday but we'll celebrate it on Easter when we're all together) and were discussing things we were forced to read in high school and how tearing them apart didn't deepen our understanding of the poem/play/story but made us detest it. Sometimes you have to just READ it. Aloud. Just enjoy the feeling of the words and the emotions evoked. I don't care what the symbolism is (never have). I just like the sounds of the words and how they make me feel. More people would read and enjoy poetry if we allowed them to come to the sounds and then tried to find the meanings beneath the words.
Do we have to understand everything? Can't we sometimes just enjoy it?