Genevieve Taggard




The Quiet Woman

I will defy you down until my death 
With cold body, indrawn breath; 
Terrible and cruel I will move with you 
Like a surly tiger. If you knew
Why I am shaken, if fond you could see 
All the caged arrogance in me,
You would not lean so boyishly, so bold, 
To kiss my body, quivering and cold.