Heat in my toes
there is nothing to time but waiting
and expression in death

feverish evenings
in humour of friends
they fail
at every turn
for you do not dare to steer
away

nights of closeness
they leave you behind
empty and far
from your passion

they take away the soul flesh
from those that you feel
so close and
so warm

the night is soft
but takes such strength
to fight it
on its turf

day in
day out

it takes and
takes
and takes

unforgiving
it takes your wife
it takes your sight
it takes
the smell
of she who is in your sleep


you feel as though
as though you've tried
so hard to keep
away

you fail and fail
from trying
not to to give

you are
so
nothing can help
it is she is she it is
they stand and sit beside you
they ask for pain and you give your's
taunting away from fear
of hurting