Words for the Chisel (collection)/Merely

by Genevieve Taggard

Merely

Merely the thought of you
Makes me alive and new;

And your touch, merely,
Turns me mad—nearly.

If merely touch and thought
Make me so splendid

How marvelously am I caught
Doomed and ended . . .

Knowing which I merely
Smile and tarry,

Even now so nearly
Mad though wary.