There are sparkles of rain on the bright <br />Hair over your forehead; <br />Your eyes are wet and your lips <br />Wet and cold, your cheek rigid with cold. <br />Why have you stayed <br />Away so long, why have you only <br />Come to me late at night <br />After walking for hours in wind and rain? <br />Take off your dress and stockings; <br />Sit in the deep chair before the fire. <br />I will warm your feet in my hands; <br />I will warm your breasts and thighs with kisses. <br />I wish I could build a fire <br />In you that would never go out. <br />I wish I could be sure that deep in you <br />Was a magnet to draw you always home.<br /><br />Kenneth Rexroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/runaway-48/
