The Trembling

You, who would love me at my darkest,

What could I do but to love you???

Love you and make the insanity go irate?

Infused, infuriated with your body trembling in mine?

Or is it me that trembles?

I cannot love you.

How can I not love someone I cannot leave?

There is nothing in this world but the infuriating noise of the rain that thrashes against the pane of the moonlit night.

I can’t.

I cannot make love to you!

For you are already….

dead.