Verse > D.H. Lawrence > Amores
D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930).  Amores.  1916.
52. After Many Days
I WONDER if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
    Your violent heart beats to and fro!
Long have I waited, never once confessed,        5
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
If I could cast this clothing off from me,
If I could lift my naked self to you,        10
Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be
    Good; it would let the ache come through.
But that you hold me still so kindly cold
Aloof my floating heart will not allow;
Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold        15
    Your pleasure now.


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