Awaiting Lover Poem by Annabel Cruz

I close my eyes 
And see him looming 
Black and endless
Staring, staring in the night 
His bony fingers
Softly scarring my face
tracing lines

Like a lover
Teased too long
He grows impatient
Tugging, tugging at my hair
Transforming raven tresses
Into lifeless white
A Coming  winter

I feel his breath
Upon my cheek
His hungry kisses
Pecking, pecking at my lips
Taking little pieces 
Till only brittle bones
Lay bear

He whispers to me
In my sleep
You will be mine
Soon, soon my sweet
And though I long to escape,
His bed  of  earth and worms
Awaits, and I alone
Must come