To grace upon my neck a silent prayer,
Most gentle weight; how little to unmake
A man, your voiceless word, to have me there,
To have my heart and very presence shake.
Inciting me with ease desirous, such
To pour me out like silk upon your bed;
Unravel and unweave your whispered touch
To please your lilac colours, fine as thread;
My lips part, that I breathe that voiceless word
Into these tender urgencies: I cry
For mercy, overcome by you who stirred
This agony of touch to glorify;
Can’t dare to breathe, that silken word unsaid,
Your lilac touch that had me here to die.