Do Not Love Me Yet
Do not love me yet, for I
am still a slender moon,
a scimiter about the heart
too sharp to touch too soon.
Before I am touched i need to grow
more full in golden light;
I need to smile upon my earth
and rule a patch of night.
I need to know what roads and fields
lie in my domain
and dull my brand new ecstasies
with sophomoric pain.
I need the love of blank boy
as cold and dark as me,
that we might grope in ignorance
and fear of what might be.
And then when I'm a silver bowl
and I know what I can hold,
then, then, perhaps,we could try
am still a slender moon,
a scimiter about the heart
too sharp to touch too soon.
Before I am touched i need to grow
more full in golden light;
I need to smile upon my earth
and rule a patch of night.
I need to know what roads and fields
lie in my domain
and dull my brand new ecstasies
with sophomoric pain.
I need the love of blank boy
as cold and dark as me,
that we might grope in ignorance
and fear of what might be.
And then when I'm a silver bowl
and I know what I can hold,
then, then, perhaps,we could try
our LOVE.
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