Heart Attack

Last night he came silently again,
Between the middle dark and greying light;
I felt his mouth close over mind and then
His fingers moving down my arm, so light,
So sure, each touch an ecstasy of pain;
He placed his hands gently above my heart,
And how it danced and paused, leaping again
Now ceasing altogether, only to start in life.
The hours grow; then like a dream
he left: but I knew that one night he’ll come
And will not leave in time and it will seem,
When morning comes and we are found by some
Intruder on our final privacy
That we are dead, my silent love and I.