When It Is With Your Body

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I'm hugely cheating here, because - be warned - this fic isn't finished. It's not even close, because immediately I finished my mad rush of second-job, I was attacked and savaged by t'lurghy, completely confounding all my weekend writing plans, and I suspect I'll be off work tomorrow too, which is no fun when you can't even sit upright and write. Though I'm feeling slightly perkier than I have been, hence the guilt and the posting... Anyway, heliophile_oxon gave me the above e.e. cummings' poem as a prompt, and I couldn't bear to not post anything at all, so for those of you (most I expect) who won't go near a wip, I'm posting the poem and what I always think is a very inspirational pic of our lads. And for Heliophile, and anyone else vaguely interested - the start of something that will one day properly end with the poem... Erm - happy Valentine's Day?

( When It Is With Your Body )