One of my favorite poems

You Said Is - ee cummings

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said, except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.

...and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered

Self Slaughter

I take a dagger and stab
and stab
and stab
and stab
my own chest.
self destruction is my exhilaration.
The adrenalin that pumps my psychosis.

5:44 AM

your lips on mine is no longer a pleasure you endow very easily.
the motions of everyday have erased your love for me
the look of sweet desire i no longer see
i want you to press yourself to me and just be
that man who wants me eternally.
i have not extinguished the we
you no longer have interest in intimacy.