Sleep

What bonded us
seemed too deep to name.
What could separate us?
I think it will be
the usual commonplaces —
misunderstanding,
fear, false hope —
expressing, in our case,
incompatible life-damage.
Just now, you sleep,
your black lashes unmoving
beneath eyelids
changing shape in dream.
The candle by the bed
lights our faces
which consume, throw back,
the room's darkness.