Frailty

My body is on fire, yet the slightest touch of zephyr makes me shiver. Solitude borrows my skin. And at these times, I crave for nothing but the warmth of your embrace.

Breathing becomes a difficult task, but I don't really mind. Though I'm not a dying man, I'm half alive just the same. I can hardly breathe, I long for air. But I long for you more than anything else.
Every part of me aches. Every vein, every sinew, every nerve needs relief. I've got blue rings beneath my eyes -- sleep is a rare luxury. My bones are weary, and my heart whispers your name. But it's okay, I understand. Don't worry. Just a simple thought of you makes me smile and gets me through -- every single day.

When the next breeze comes along, this sheer blanket will do.