They watch in hopeful silence
This struggle for resuscitation...

I blink too late
for my salvation...

Nightmares haunt her lines,
Nestle in her colour...

You come to me in the early morning darkness,
A shadowed curve of movement, intent, sensation...

Though clouds dirge black
and talons rake the green to frosty white...

She is a sliver of pale
in the shadows and sheets...

Yes....
I remember Ares' cry...

In the chilling twilight
Her breath, in dewy wisps...

Veils of silver mist range
Embracing about my age-worn...

A thousand portals,
A thousand gates...

Nothing but a wraith,
Amidst the joys of others...

I am nothing but a vessel
Upon the sea of your arousal...