Eurydice

Walking underground to reach you
Death from breath separates
We travel alone taking
A twist of daylight from a gift of glass
Black humour bleeds shyness
Corridors curve round the body
Feeling for the vital form,
Realising failures in function
Adjusting with sharps and soft words
Noting on crisp charts controlling
What cannot be contained
Till the inevitable conclusion
The loudness of your last breath a surprise
Swooping seeking release within the walls
I catch it within,
run outside to exhale,