I shall not harm you at all nor ask you
You need have no fear;
I am only very tired and would like to
With my head here
And play with the long strands of your
Or touch your skin,
Feel your cool breath on my eyes,
watch it stir
Those rising hills where your breasts begin;
And listen to your voice whispering
Until, perhaps, I fall asleep;
Or feel you kiss my forehead to comfort me
If I should weep.
That is all, just to lie so beside you
Till dawn's lamp is lit.
You need not fear me. I have given
too much of love
Ever to ask for it.
From On a Grey Thread (Will Ransom, 1923) by Elsa Gidlow. This poem is in the public domain.