.breathing
and as she lies darkly breathing
to the rumble of the fan
and here i lie
alone in whisper
the shadow of
the man
staring through
darkness at ceiling
she murmurs and moans
while dreaming
a toss
a turn
and back to rest
it seems in jest
as i am climbing up the walls
and ravaged by the
tempest
the storm raging
in my heart
the wolves that howl in distance,
the monsters neath the bed
like the man tied
under pendulum
in one of Poe’s dark visions read
a broken soul for fixing
but there’s no mercy here
this time
just the long and lonely
rolling
to the inevitable
end of the line
where the reaper
stands with sickle
smirking,
“hope you enjoyed the ride”
but less these days
i must confess
i burn for her inside
turning toward the breather
who shifts her weight and sighs
you recoil from me
lately
maybe more than i recall
you had done along
our history
and the reason is a mystery
so i retreat into my lonely
in this room as cold as fuck
i add my blanket on her
to keep her warm with any luck
and crawl into my clothing
left on floor just hours before
and slink down to the basement
Where i am warmed by fire once more
to sit with cat
upon my lap
quite happy with my touch
who purrs away the heartache
of a soul
that feels
too
much
