Some cummings for the Weekend

I don't have anything new of my own, so here's some lines from e.e. cummings to provide some warmth for a winter weekend. Once again, this is for Naomi.

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Visit the e.e. cummings page at the Academy of American Poets.