my love br thy hair is one kingdom br the king whereof is darkness br thy forehead is a flight of flowers br thy head is a quick forest br filled with sleeping birds br thy breasts are swarms of white bees br upon the bough of thy body br thy body to me is April br in those armpits is the approach of spring br thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot br of kings br they are the striking of a good minstrel br between them is always a pleasant song br my love br thy head is a casket br of the cool jewel of thy mind br the hair of thy head is one warrior br innocent of defeat br thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army br with victory and with trumpets br thy legs are the trees of dreaming br whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness br thy lips are satraps in scarlet br in whose kiss is the combinings of kings br thy wrists br are holy br which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood br thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases br of silver br in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes br thy eyes are the betrayal br of bells comprehended through incensebr br Edward Estlin Cummingsbr br