Author E. E. Cummings her flesh Came at meassandca V ingint oA chute I had cement for her, merrily we became each other humped to tumbling garble when a minute pulled the sluice emerging. Concrete Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (4 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments