Words for the Chisel (collection)/Merely

by Genevieve Taggard

Merely

Merely the thought of youMakes me alive and new;

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

If merely touch and thoughtMake me so splendid

How marvelously am I caughtDoomed and ended . . .

Knowing which I merelySmile and tarry,

Even now so nearlyMad though wary.