D. H. Lawrence
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,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
        Reparation?
 
If I could cast this clothing off from me,
If I could lift my naked self to you,
Or 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
        Your greeting now!
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