Our Hearts

My heart explodes with longing. You can tell
By watching how the colour of my eyes
Has darkened, and how, trembling with surprise,
My hands betray me. Not an empty shell,
My body shivers; this will not dispel
Desire. I need you. There are simple lies
I could have told; it would have been unwise,
But for a moment all would have been well.

Our hearts must meet, love. Having now explored
Your body, I could draw a perfect chart
Of each fair hair's-breadth of you; I ignored
No slightest part. That was an easy start.
You gave some of yourself, no slight reward,
But I must have your heart. The truth. Your heart.

Our Hearts, part 30 (end)