After Many Days by David Herbert 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, 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 Your pleasure now.
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