He Touches Her Not

He touches her not
slides his hand smoothly
across the pillow
floating away
from the pink peaceful face.
Rests his elbow,
lifts up his heavy body
and removes his life 
from the room.
The shadows
from the window blinds
stripe her
like a prison.
She twists herself
in the gentle sheets
making the creases
like rivers,
run her body.
The shadow bars
darken with the morning.
Her breathing
does not change.