poem for e.e.cummings

e.e.cummings man you got it going,your
voice is many fingertouches
without poking,it
moves not breaking anything(like
spring or a cat)strokes
immensely in line a star,
an eye awake,a breast

e.e.cummings you be soft,thick
with yes and many hands unfold and close,with
(on them lamps)nightstands you
have seen may & sun two world wars new york

i dreamed you e.e.cummings in a moon-balloon descending,
said“feeling is first to pay any attention
to the syntax of things,
love
is more thicker than forget,
makes the little thickness of the coin”

e.e.cummings i never looked up
your names i don’t think
you would mind