Loneliness

There's something in my sheets.

It's crawling into me.

A foreign affair is

tugging on my conscious.

I'm half moon seated still.

A fogginess begins to creep.

It settles in.

Stealthily, ice surrounds.

The blood of a hound.

It always seems to find me

the moment I lay down.

Eyes close in escape.

Darkness lingers in different shapes.

It's cubed me in the early morning-

underwater, off shore.

The tide is coming in

and a roaring rush begins.

It scratches at the skin.

A loneliness like no other.

But, lighter than a feather

and darker than the night.

It captures and captivates,

in my half moon lit sky.

It wants to own me.

I let it know no ones for sale.

And that's when it reveals its shimmery scales.