she wanders silently
through the corridors
of my troubled sleep
where the inky shadow
of our stillborn love
has stained the fragile walls
of my fretful fertile dreams

her scent meanders clings
cloys envelopes penetrates melds

she vibrates she morphs

now
gossamerly ethereal
billowing floating

later
inside warm solid
alive pulsing  real

silent – yet conversing
separated — yet conjoined
apart – yet together

at night we still are
one