My feeling for you is cramped
Among oppression and weight
From a dead, blackened lung,
Curtained against oncoming sun.
Skin prickles with foretelling
As I dream your appearance
This time in thick flesh
And fervid temperatures.
Though you slide across floor
I am struck with impediment..
Unable to grasp forward words.
So I stumble on the mirror
Watching as you near me,
No reflections of guilt,
While I question sanity's
Portrayal, A mind embellished
Or an embrace meant to lock
My last warming pulse?
