I imagine some star hates me
as I dream of you
in constant suffering
I pray returns each night
our bodies
only ever then intermingling
With each other
as I sleep awake
only able to watch
you moving to me
succumbing to your own ecstacy
a vision taking control of my own mind
letting the tide in
for the first time in three years
the moon's brilliant light since that time
brings me slow, blind movement
as I hold you against me
but my heart is still yet immune
with a calm tone
as if you are the moon
regaining energy
that I have released out of her
in my cowardice
but she will not be satisfied this day
or night
as I am reminded
of the tinted darkness
that guides me back
into the light of waking agony.