Qualm

I lay hot and exposed each night,
A target of these burrowing feelings.
Have you any idea of my insight
Into the mechanics of our dealings?

I try to restrain my mind from the pits,
Whilst snakes coil below, watching, waiting.
I taste my hatred in sighs in my fits,
Just as I taste my love on my breath, frustrating.

Do you feel what I feel? Do you see what I see?
Of course you don't, we are changing, evolving.
Does a sharp breath cut the rope of our love's seam?
Does a unsought word leave our bond dissolving?