Jazz Poems
GOD PITY ME WHOM (GOD DISTINCTLY HAS) God pity me whom (god distinctly has) that weightless svelte drifting sexual feather of your shall i say body’s?follows truly through a dribbling moan of jazz whose arched occasional steep youth swallows curvingly the keenness of my hips; or, your first twitch of crisp boy flesh dips my height in a firm fragile stinging weather, (breathless with sharp necessary lips)kid female cracksman of the nifty,ruffian-rogue, laughing body with wise breasts half-grown, lisping flesh quick to thread the fattish drone of I Want a Doll, wispish-agile feet with slid steps parting the tousle of saxophonic brogue. E. E. CUMMINGSfrom Jazz Poems | Selected and edited by Kevin Young
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