Not my best writing, but an idea which will not be silenced.
Naked, he huddles in his cell
Lost in the dark.
Tortured by demons only he can see.
She enfolds her arms around him
Protecting him from harm.
Sightless, he strikes out in defence
Seeking to hurt.
Torment is all he feels, he senses only pain.
Held, yet he can not feel her touch
She clings to him tightly.
His fingers clawing at her face,
Drawing her blood.
She raises no hand to wipe it away,
She does not loosen her embrace,
Holding him till dawn.
The light streams weakly through the bars,
He lifts his head,
He sees her face, their eyes meeting,
The vigil over, love rejoicing
He knows her touch at last.