Akin to a lover, she lays with me,
through the darken knights and on long drawn days.
Whispers tales as she kisses my eyelids,
her embrace shielding cloak in the world.
I call on her and she comes faithfully,
even though I know we will part too soon
and she will cling as I rise to leave her,
calling for me to come back, cries ignored.
She is the life behind my love yet
it’s me who leaves her waiting every night,
vehemently ignoring her for hours.
I avoid her like a maggot-filled corpse
until she appears in my cornered eye
and I’m drawn back to lay with her again