Gentle Breathing Fills the Night

Gentle breathing fills the night, for her in stillness deep, Alone, alive, taut wired tense, she prays release of sleep. For too near she knows he lies waiting for her call, A trap, a trick, to take her soul, to push her to the wall. Half drifting, dreaming not awake, he reaches for her thigh, And finding naught but dust of dreams, awakes and softly cries, Stifling even that small sound, for fear she’ll think him weak. He has his pride, he will not beg, nor let her hear him weep. She tries to think of mundane things, or men more to her taste. She will not let this man so strange her dreams of love lay waste. There must be one who’s right for her, who will not cause her fear. Why has she let this man so strange be close, and come so near? He knows not why he yearns for her; he has had all he needs. Yet to think to part from her, a wound creates that bleeds. He knows not how to act with her, what pretty words to say To gain the love he knows she feels, to make her come his way. Her thoughts again to him do turn, in anger now most hot. Her life was good before he came. She must excise this rot. How dare he be so nice to her, to put her in this hole. Her life is hers, not his to touch. She must regain control. Breathing changed, searing thoughts reach out and cause him pain. Resolve destroyed, he weeps aloud, feeling guilt and shame. He loves her far too much to stay and cause her such distress, Quickly gathers all his things and, fumbling, starts to dress. She will not have him part unsent, and rises in a fury. What right is his to now decide, to be her judge, her jury. Were all his words but empty cant meaning to deceive her? Just empty vows to woo her now, and winning, then to leave her? He hears her come and thinks to flee, to spare her from his sorrow, To walk alone the streets at night, and bid farewell tomorrow. But turn he must to bid adieu, to see again his loved one, To take her wrath as well deserved and see no more his loved one. She comes upon him as he turns, and words they die unspoken. Upon his face she sees the pain, the truth of love unbroken, Feels within her heart the same, the bond that binds them ever, And lays her head upon his breast to show she’ll leave him never. Gentle breathing fills the night for them in stillness deep, For passion spent, lovers true, they dream in peace, and sleep. All is lost for both of them, yet everything is gained, Never sure of what will be, their lives no more the same. In passion grand their souls are bound, each partner to the other, The pain of one, the pain of both, the joy, the joy of lovers. No distance can this bonding break, no error will it sever, For good or ill they are joined, to love true love forever.