'The Duvet Will Never Be Safe'

�I�m back�, screamed the disease,
His mind�s eye focused on the period of being lost in the wilderness.
The woman with the windows to her soul
Walked avidly through the creaks above his head.
The sound of her moving,
Opening draws and cupboards in search of clothes
To cover her beautiful and fragile frame.
The duvet was left disturbed and bewildered,
Having been discarded and alone on the bedroom floor.
The period of silence through a flicker in the fabric of time sat down,
Focusing upon the future through the smoke of the cigarette
Burning in his hand and with a whisper
She said �Let�s go to bed!�