Plangent

O come, in any way you want,

In morning sunlight fooling in the leaves

Or in thick bouts of rain that soak my head

         Because of what the darkness said

Or come, though far too slowly for my eye to see,

Like a dark hair that fades to gray

Come with the wind that wraps my house 

Or winter light that slants upon a page

         Because the beast is stirring in its cage

Or come in raw and ragged smells

Of gumleaves dangling down at noon

Or in the undertow of love

When she's away

         Because a night creeps through the day

Come as you used to, years ago,

When I first fell for you

In the deep calm of an autumn morning

Beginning with the cooing of a dove

         Because of love, the lightest love

Or if that's not your way these days

Because of me, because

Of something dead in me,

Come like a jagged knife into my gut

         Because your touch will surely cut

Come any way you want 

But come

- Kevin Hart, Flame Tree: Selected Poems