because i love you)last night by E. E. Cummings

because i love you)last night




clothed in sealace

appeared to me

your mind drifting

with chuckling rubbish

of pearl weed coral and stones;



lifted,and(before my

eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly

your face smile breasts gargled

by death:drowned only



again carefully through deepness to rise

these your wrists

thighs feet hands



poising

to again utterly disappear;

rushing gently swiftly creeping

through my dreams last

night,all of your

body with its spirit floated

(clothed only in



the tide's acute weaving murmur

*I like this poem because of its sexy language, and Cummings' playfulness with the form and parenthesis.
Orry