being(just a little)
too tired from kissing
for thinking or anything
except dreaming,
let us suppose

O my lady: at dusk
between the earth and the sea

ourselves, you and i together mysteriously and always floating,

moving;absorbing mysteriously (or as desire absorbs
a dream)and(as if we were dream or dreams)mysteriously
engulfed by fatal immensities of twilight--O imagine(softly as
we,our minds,mysteriously together moving float always

between the ocean and the world)that,smiling,i remark to
you:of these five waves to wave

which waits is most great;

(of these nine roses, you
reply seriously,she who chiefly hides
herself is deepest)


-e.e. cummings