The Relationship
I saw you last night, in seraphic sleep;
A tremor in your lips, and a flicker
Of an eye lid for each secret you keep.
I shivered under your slow, slight, breathing.
I stood over your pallid face, seething;
Adrenaline pulsing, heart beats quicker,
And with each thought my stomach grew sicker;
Thoughts to end all the promises I keep.
But, Love's bitter resides like vinegar;
Unable to leave, I crumble; a heap
Of sobbing as though a baby teething.
And each tear should make my leaving slicker;
As though to exit in flourish and sweep.
But, I am bound to you; ghostly, asleep.
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