You, as vice, hold my body and the thoughts that live within it, to the mattress.

Your black tentacles like rope, weaving through sinew and springs.

You kiss my eyes and suck them dry.

You pulse the voltage to my mind; 

Electric with scattered and forgotten thoughts

My dream lies dormant.

Lucidity lies boldly.

In your embrace I lie. 

Back to front and front to side

From foetal to coital,

Front to back.

As if trying to find a rhythm with a lover

Who isn't there.

Un-tessellating in contorted comfort,

Bone and cotton are unmarriageable. 

You pity me.

Allowing, for the briefest moment, calm before a storm.

Laboured breath beneath the weight of you—

I focus on it.

It becomes more laboured still.

You kiss my eyes and suck them dry.

They twitch under your attention.

Failing to find a comfortable place to fall

Within their sunken sockets, 

They are runaways like a restless child.

You are not restless, but grow fickle as a child's focus.

Boredom ensues and your game is done.

I am left to find solitude in the company of sleep.