Jolted
Awake
From an all black dream
Noir night
You’re touching me
My palms
Sweaty
Your breathing
Heavy
My throat
Constricts
When Words
Of halt
Try to
Flow out
These words
Don’t
Echo out
So instead
I lay
As still as can be
A manly grunt
Signals
You will soon
Unprison me
But how free can one be
For the gaping hole
is
Still left in me