incubation

caressing the marble and stone, love that was special for one, the waste in the fever i hate,
how i wish you were here with me now.
body that curls in and dies, arches that often delight,warm like a dog round your feet,
how i wish you were here with me now.
hangman looks round as he waits, cord stretches tight then it breaks, someday we will die in your dreams,
how i wish we were here with you now.