I will give you all my keys, <br /> You shall be my châtelaine, <br /> You shall enter as you please, <br /> As you please shall go again. <br /> <br /> When I hear you jingling through <br /> All the chambers of my soul, <br /> How I sit and laugh at you <br /> In your vain housekeeping rôle. <br /> <br /> Jealous of the smallest cover, <br /> Angry at the simplest door; <br /> Well, you anxious, inquisitive lover, <br /> Are you pleased with what's in store? <br /> <br /> You have fingered all my treasures, <br /> Have you not, most curiously, <br /> Handled all my tools and measures <br /> And masculine machinery? <br /> <br /> Over every single beauty <br /> You have had your little rapture; <br /> You have slain, as was your duty, <br /> Every sin-mouse you could capture. <br /> <br /> Still you are not satisfied, <br /> Still you tremble faint reproach; <br /> Challenge me I keep aside <br /> Secrets that you may not broach. <br /> <br /> Maybe yes, and maybe no, <br /> Maybe there are secret places, <br /> Altars barbarous below, <br /> Elsewhere halls of high disgraces. <br /> <br /> Maybe yes, and maybe no, <br /> You may have it as you please, <br /> Since I choose to keep you so, <br /> Suppliant on your curious knees.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tease-2/
