Terrorised

You are my night terror.
Behind my eyelids you move, and me, you own.
Sweat-sheened skin slides on cheap, slickened sheets,
And your mouth is the silencer to every moan.

You are my day terror.
I am laid torpid by your blue soul stare;
Languishing in longing, lust, lamed by love,
Loneliness and doubt. Because you can leave without a care.

You terrorise me.
I’ve fallen even further than you know,
And you can read it all, yet remain marble,
Shattering me with more uncertainty each time you go.