Back to when your bright, tinder eyes
stimulated the syllables to seep from my lips.
the current of lust shocked my lips.
Addicted to the taste- we lock.
You untangled my hair and pulled me closer,
your other hand traced my jaw and stroked down.
Warming up, neck tilted and tickled.
I shake my head.
A nocturnal songster whistles through the air.
I cut off my own ears in hope of some silence
but the torrent of white noise, with the piercing chorus, still rattles.
I thought that the bitter shower would wash away
the trodden paths in my mind.
Scalp-scratching and scouring my skin crimson -so raw- to strip the stress.
Terror bleeding from my skull and contouring my fragile frame,
flushed through the plug-hole.
Feeling frozen, I trembled into bed.
The thin fold of skin scratched my dry eyes
and the scars on my cornea altered an ugly collage
into something much more cursed.
A faceless shadow crawled across the ceiling
to laugh in the face of anxiety.
It approaches midnight
It finds us.
A shadow- no host.
It scratches me
It hates to:
Leave; rest; sit alone
The white noise floods the silence.
I bury under the quilt, face the wall and close my eyes.
Sleep never rushes.
It never responds.