I hear his footstep on the stair
and when I look I see him there
standing by my bed.
Silently he's crying now,
and his tears are blood.
He holds his head in his hands
and lifts it from his neck
and through his lips
a viper's tongue flicks
to taste the air,
and from his eyes
javelins fly
and stick me to my bed.
I wish I knew who he was.
I wish I knew what words to say
to make him stay away.
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