Seven ~ Edwin Ethlen Kaemings

Edward Estlin Cummings

"Le Petit Mort. 

Senses awaken as two lovers touch

Anticipation rising almost too much

Moving together in ancient dance

Passionate fire fuels erotic romance

The rhythms of life flow from their source

As their duet ascends with increasing force

The songs of two lovers meld into one

As they bask in their lust like the heat of the sun

At last the crescendo of desire achieved

The two find the pressures of longing relieved

They rest now together, each catching their breath

Feeling all too alive after this little death."

~ Edwin Ethlen Kaemings