may i feel said he

(i’ll squeal said she

just once said he)

it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he)

why not said she

(let’s go said he

not too far said she

what’ s too far said he

where you are said she)

may i stay said he

(which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she

may i move said he

is it love said she)

if you’re willing said he

(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he

but your wife said she

now said he)

ow said she

(tiptop said he

don’t stop said she

oh no said he)

go slow said she

(cccome? said he

ummm said she)

you’ re divine-!said he

(you are mine said she)

e. e. cummings

Some thoughts…

On this Poem: This playful poem won me over with the combination of sexual tension and humor delivered with such pithy style and the suggestions of a casual fling, and an unseen wife lurking in the wings portending complications for the relationship – c’est la vie.

What each wants may seem simple enough, except that it may not be quite what the other had in mind. It is not so much a matter of sending mixed messages; rather the message gets scrambled in its reception, weighted down by the burden of opposing desires, expectations, and demands on either side. They’re speaking the same language, yet are on different frequencies.

may i move said he
is it love said she…

…you’re divine! said he
(you are Mine said she)

For very real reasons, a no-strings attached relationship is as rare as ever-lasting love. Both die-hard romantics and friends-with-benefits ignore that at their own peril.

Yet, while we live, we will love – start the chase, play the game, take our chances. It may be a risky sport, and how will we define gain or loss? If we emerge slightly singed, and perhaps wiser for the experience does that count as a win? And if we throw away everything and plunge into the heart of the flames, is a phoenix’s death really a loss?