I wonder if with you, as it is with me, <br />If under your slipping words, that easily flow <br />About you as a garment, easily, <br /> Your violent heart beats to and fro! <br /> <br />Long have I waited, never once confessed, <br />Even to myself, how bitter the separation; <br />Now, being come again, how make the best <br /> Reparation? <br /> <br />If I could cast this clothing off from me, <br />If I could lift my naked self to you, <br />Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be <br /> Good; it would let the ache come through. <br /> <br />But that you hold me still so kindly cold <br />Aloof my floating heart will not allow; <br />Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold <br /> Your pleasure now.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-many-days-2/
