Richard Aldington

Though once I meant to tell her - the real her -
How in the dream she was so beautiful
And so ardent a woman lover,
And all we did and all we said.
But I cannot tell it even to her,
For the mysteries that are spoken by two bodies,
The bodies of two lovers, so ardent, so beautiful,
Cannot be said in words, even a lover's words,
Even when the lover is a sort of a poet.