Caught

He calls me to wander
Creeps up my throat
Lengthens the night
Leaves the pieces below

I look to his shadow
His voice but a flame
The blank of his face
Has laid with such fame

Your silk leaves me gasping
I beg at your door
Beyond you is silence
I can fill it no more

Distracted, so tempered
My whims so off-cue
His breath has besotted
It tastes not of you