Under Eyelids

What brutal sentence binds and heats
A mellow man’s mind
No longer at center, standing,
Ajar and fumbling for words that
Now, hollow, like dry leaves fall

Tempt me to run
Though I cannot escape, an idle mind is my worst
Prison.
In her embrace lies my solace
Yet I pass through her, a phantom

All eloquence and passion which I
Summon, serves but to widen the breech
And all the while
This foolish departure, I see her look,
At me, with closed eyes