when god lets my body be
from each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom
the purpled world will dance upon
between my lips which did sing
a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes
will lay between their little breasts
my strong fingers beneath the snow
into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass
their wings will touch with her face
and all the while shall my heart be
with the bulge and nuzzle of the sea
---by e. e. cummings
"I've had a lot of luck to have such a life. I wish there was some way to pass on with what I've learned of. My God, I was learning fast there at the end." -- Islands in the Stream
UPDATED for the (somewhat) less athletically inclined........
Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 4, 2016 12:09 PMIt's terrible what happens when you don't buy preshrunk jeans.
Posted by: Howard Nelson at December 6, 2016 10:17 AMNow there is a poem.
(Not the bare butt photo)
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