Heavy are these sheets
When I wake restless, in the night
Torrid are the sounds of lovers
Deafening, as it were, to my shy ears
You were so coy in stating
That you were wrapped around my fingers
Demure, and hesitant, even distrustful
It haunted me like a hallucination
A nightmarish quality that stabilized itself
Inside my frame, and my crown
One last caress before I escape
One last dance of devotion, ardor, and rapture
I could not assemble the words
To say that I was suffocating
Underneath these sheets