If you would come to me now, <br />now that the sweltering day is through; <br />the tick weed sparkles with dew, <br />and the dark night <br />beckons for moonlight. <br />If only you would come to me now. <br /> <br />If you would come to me here, <br />how methodically I would <br />kiss away all your sorrows <br />and twirl the delicate strands <br />of your flowing black hair <br />around my fingers; you could <br />rest your head <br />in my lap to watch the stars! <br />If only you would come to me here! <br /> <br />If I could spend this evening with you, <br />the breath, the life within me <br />yearns to be renewed <br />by your silken touch. <br /> <br />If you would come to me now, <br />I would spend the minutes as if <br />each might be the last moments of life. <br />I would steal you away <br />to savor you for myself.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-tired-revisited/
