Vertebrae

Flickering eye silk
dance in the night
when a dark moon
swallows the shadows.

Consumed by anguish,
somberly I speak
in riddles, counting
the vertebrae with
fumbling fingertips.

Blind from reality
each level of fragments
hold you together,
adding a year
to our loving.

Hiding in the gloomy
edge of a distant night
can not conceal the
agony that prances
in your skeletal form.

I've laced your body
with more than enough
love, but love can't hold
the demon for long.

I need to stop counting,
and except the fact
that one day I won't
have anything to put
me to sleep, for you
will be gone, and I
will never sleep again.