G.E. Poem by Imogene Wagner

I knew a man whose finger tip caressed
My cheek and claimed my heart without a word,
Who touched warm fires to my neck and blessed
My eyes with what I saw in his - I heard
My wanton heart come pounding on its cell
And lost within the storm I ran to merge
My beat to his through lips that burning tell
The inner weak surrender, the blind urge
To leave the world, the reason, bend the fate
That kept my own too long away from me,
To give what has been always his to take
And hold to hear one moment's ecstasy.

(July 1948)