in place of a lovers arms
my words -
thoughts
wrap themselves
tightly
around my body
constricting limbs, mind, and heart alike.
The only subtle movement
a murmur of hidden pulse
Somewhere in my chest
Silent
Beating
Heart.

The longer we stay like this
consciousness and body
the harder it becomes
to move
At all.
The mind numbs itself
memory disintigrates
Longing ceases to exist.
All I have
is Stillness
Within
Without.