Author E. E. Cummings COOl O My lover, there's just room for me in You my stomach goes into your Little Stomach My legs are in your legs Your arms under me around; my head fits (my head) in your Brain ā my, head's big she (said laughing )with your head.all big Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments