Heavy chested, I deeply breathe
While your mindless head, underneath
The thin heft-caressing blanket,
Leaned on my darned ardor's socket.

My arch-arm dwindled of its blood
Vainly wraps your young, fragile bud.
As my other fondled your hair,
I released what I couldn't bear.

The sheets only had your form's print.
My chest heavy only with lint.
My arm only braced my own head.
Alone at one side of the bed.