After The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Prelapsarian couple lie alone in the naked room.
Close and quiet; unaware of their own nakedness,
Smouldering with the embers of their last embrace.
Soft words and cigarettes until he turns to sleep,
While she, wide-eyed awake,
Stares up at the charred ceiling above the bed.

Left lonely while love sleeps in those strange hours,
She rises and crosses the floor—
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Contemplating madness with the moving room.
Fearing her own mind
And the living walls;
Terrified of the creeping cold…

And all while he sleeps, softly sleeps.

Slowly, slowly the hours grow with the fears on her lips.
But as day finally wakes he stirs;
She smiles as the yellow walls are stilled,
Dulled by the smoke,
Dulled like her madness as he wakes.
And reunited by open eyes,
They light the first fire of the day.