E.E. Cummings and Pablo Neruda: My two favorite poets

Valentine's Day is right around the corner... here are two of my favorite poems by two of my favorite poets:

i like my body when it is with your body

i like my body when it is with your
body. it is so quite a new thing.
muscles better and nerves more.
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

by  e.e. cummings  

i crave your mouth

i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
silent, starving i prowl through the streets.
bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me,
i search the liquid sound of your steps all day.

i hunger for your sleek laugh,
for your hands the color of the wild grain,
i hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

i want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness,
the nose, sovereign of your arrogant face,
i want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and i walk hungry, smelling the twilight
looking for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barren wilderness.

by pablo neruda

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