Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
When he
shuts a door-
Is not there-
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt
You remember and covet his mouth,
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
There is a slight contridiction in the choice of words. “Remember” has a positive connotation, whereas “covet” has a negative one. It’s almost saying “You remember all the times you spent together, and you jealously desire to have them once again.” 

To be in love