When You Come

When you come tonight To our small room You will look and listen— I shall not be there. You will cry out your dismay To the unheeding gods; You will wait and look and listen— I shall not be there. There is a part of you I love More than your hands in mine at rest; There is a part of you I love More than your lips upon my breast. There is a part of you I wound Even in my caress; There is a part of you withheld I may not possess. There is a part of you I hate— Your need of me When you would be alone, Alone and free. When you come tonight To our small room You will look and listen— I shall not be there.