Here And Alone

Are we alone, and here?
And here and alone?

In this room, in
the now.
Do you feel my love?
Pulsating in the air
That we breathe.
My love,
Love,
Is a fever that threatens
To consume us both
Into blackened corpses.


But you are not here,
And I am alone. 
My love is still
A burning furnace,
Only now, 
there is but one corpse
One corpse,
And a blackened heart.