Prayer by F. Jacobs

HY do you not calm me, sweet,

When I tremble so, and cannot cease?

When I am alone, and you come to me,–

However warm the day,–

Such a quivering seizes me,

Such a merciless, poignant shaking,

All my very lips I cannot control,

Till you gather me in your warm strong arms,

Till you have kissed me into a fever,

Till your steady calm has penetrated my body,

And reassured my trembling one

That all is well,

That you are here.

“Prayer” is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown Publishers, 1921.

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