His Half-Brother Returns Every Night

His Half-Brother returns every night as Sleep strikes before sunrise.
But alas! The arms of Ib’s Husband come wrapping neither from left or right.
Her arm lies wide-open to the left, and fist in waning crescent, instead.
And ticking clocks replaced by tachy-brady heart rates.
She hopes…
Ocean runs dry in her eyes as fades to black the purple haze.
She expects… his soul she expects;
Tortured by his apparition to a maddening craze.
She sleeps…in that yearning posture and relentless gaze.