Ask me what I want my love.
Offer me diamonds
Promise me gold
And I will tell you what I have told you before
I just want you to stay.
And yet you get up and walk away
Reminding me that there are those who wait for you
In a grander home
In a bigger bed
Where the linen is fresh
And the silver is heavy.
And so I let you go
Knowing that when you want me
You will reappear
With cut flowers
Fresh oysters
Pretty trinkets,
Gifts that make me cringe.
And yet though your tokens repulse me
Your touch releases me from myself
And binds me even more tightly
In this blind love I have for you.
So ask me what I need, my love
And my reply will be “nothing but you”
Knowing you will smile and brush away my tears
Never really understanding that this pain you impart
Is the only thing you give me that is mine alone to treasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, Suzanne! In this poem you make me feel the keen pain of love not unrequited, but inconstant. And in this love’s thrall we want to consume, to take in whole, the object of our passion. But you know, I expect, that even with a constant partner, even in marriage, love means a letting go, an encouragement to our partner to be all s/he is meant to be. But this makes each return a reunion, a fresh reacquaintance with all that goes with it. -Glen