there are so many tictoc clocks everywhere telling people what toctic time it is for tictic instance five toc minutes toc past six tic Spring is not regulated and does not get out of order nor do its hands a little jerking move over numbers slowly we do not wind it up it has no weights springs wheels inside of its slender self no indeed dear nothing of the kind. (So,when kiss Spring comes we’ll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss lips because tic clocks toc don’t make a toctic difference to kisskiss you and to kiss me)
P.S. To me this poem shows that love is outside of time.
P.P.S. This poem was found here on poets.org, where it had been used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. From erotic poems by E. E. Cummings. Copyright © 2010 by E. E. Cummings.