a bed in my head

i imagine that if we made love
as i so dreamed in many a drunken sleep
it would sound like a hopeful beat
in a sad slow song
tangled in sheets around our curling feet

what nonsense are drunken dreams
and chasing the seams
of your unspoken eyes
and waking up in your empty bed of disguise

i knew why you left
couldn’t get it out of my head
when you fell asleep on my chest
and i heldheldheld my breath
knowing soon the moment would be dead

you’d wake and depart from my arms
i’d imagine all night making love to a whisper
no beat or rhythm or song or
any secret to ever be sure 


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