Those Jealous Shadows

Tears mingle with the shadows: he's not here;  
Should I be anxious that some unknown thrills  
Have stolen him from me? Hopelessness chills  
All prospect of return; so, used to fear,  
I cannot feel his presence when he's near;  
I worry, when he shows himself, he spills  
The coarsest secrets that he has; it wills  
More sins to be brought to light; every tear  
that's borne by ducts in eyes, just as he dreams,  
Will trace the labyrinth of harshest pain  
That drives them out, down cheeks, as all the blows,  
I'd rain down on my shoulders, mean the screams,
He hears as he thrusts deeper, touch the grain  
That's at the heart of those jealous shadows.