e.e. cummings, "you being in love... (XII)"

you being in lovewill tell who softly asks in love,am i separated from your body smile brain hands merelyto become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:entirely having in my careful howcareful arms created this at lengthinexcusable, this inexplicable pleasure-you go from severalpersons: believe me that strangers arrivewhen i have kissed you into a memoryslowly, oh seriously-that since and if