Saint Vitus’ Dance

I try to dance with heaven’s angels who
now torture me, their bodies sleek, sublime.
I move, unable to forget how you,
had we but space enough, immortal time,
could free me from your taunting midnight ghost,
forgive me, fade away to let me be
alone again, when I would make the most
of my short life, and all eternity
would pass without your ever-present face
reminding me of things behind us now,
before we terrorised each other’s space,
surrendering our souls to blood somehow.
           Now here I do not stand an earthly chance,
           as I perform a wild Saint Vitus’ dance.