He awakes half dressed   staring at the face of a stuffed bear
dressed in deceit   as his uncharged phone holds the voice of unheard messages hidden  
like beer receipts between numbered napkins
that hold the key to getting out of the locked attic
where boxes of the truth sit covered with dust
in the wind that blows away the blonde hair from her eyes
as she leans over to plant her lips on his
  with seductive lashes and the touch of cold ice
that sends shivers down his spine  
across his full liver
as he quivers  
once more with the fear
of losing her  
forever