.breathing

.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