My Child Grown
If you were in honesty here
Standing real and flesh in front of me,
And the things of life were different from the now of it...
I would take one deep breath
And look upon you fully grown to beauty;
I would take one strong hand into my own
And say to you:
Give in earnest to me..no debt,
And the love I cannot find in this life
Nor anywhere but books and dreams...
Give in earnest to me
With no insidious touch,
Your honor for my honor...
With every trace of desire evident
As a twice told truth
Shining behind some forged, implacable masque
And even in the wilder moments
When I wonder in a fevered mind
Made brittle with the yearning,
If this is all invention made desperate in the need:
I merely have to see
My own wounded soul
Sprawled upon the floor
And wonder again if it would have been different at all
If you were here....
I love you,