POEM: William

Tell me William,
as you thrash in your bed, next to mine
you unlash faith in the darkness
uncoiling it like a spool of fishing line,
curled up as a human ball
naked wrists rubbed raw
by leather restraints and
gargling the softest kind of loneliness -
what brings us here together?
if the heart is the source of all knowledge,
then what does a broken one reveal?
what do you make known
in slurred speech
and dignity held soft
and quiet and out of sight?

Who is it that loves you?
and wonders how you are?
here, life unfolds behind a one way mirror -

what is it we offer to each other, here
tonight - now -
and how can i ever feign
the lonesome sunrise anymore?