beyond the ticking of the clocks,
i am undressed and out of touch.
embracing only fleeting thoughts
and the sound of my own breath.

yet there you stand in candle-light
with your hands upon your breast
and what a strange, familiar sight;
to know what lies within that chest.

the morning, oh she cries to come
awaken me from weary dreams,
without that lover’s heartbeat hum
i wish was resting softly, beside me.