I smell people dying tonight, and the scent of love off the
moon-shined
quiet-this-timed
ripple-me-not
keep-me-knotted-to-the-edge-of-your-bed-
and-keep-me-alive
water,
tonight, love, and I know you're there -
know you're there in the cool breeze that muses its way into my head tonight,
blusters my curtains apart and suffocates my dread tonight
I know that you're there, love, but
I know that I am not with you, also.
