And wishes she had Daniel’s hands forever—
Forever it could be, if you were bold
And shouted without shame the burning truth—
Forever, Daniel, ever down her small
Smooth sides; or where her breasts, that breathed for you,
Might breathe again.”
He moaned and turned away,
Tormented. And sometimes the whisper died,
So that he looked again. It was an artful
Death, increasing torment, for the two