Between The Breasts
E. E. Cummings
between the breasts
of bestial
Marj lie large
men who praise
Marj’s cleancornered strokable
body these men’s
fingers toss trunks
shuffle sacks spin kegs they
curl
loving
around
beers
the world has
these men’s hands but their
bodies big and boozing
belong to
Marj
the greenslim purse of whose
face opens
on a fatgold
grin
hooray
hoorah for the large
men who lie
between the breasts
of bestial Marj
for the strong men
who
sleep between the legs of Lil
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