Tangled in the sheets, you and I lay
You rest in deep comfort — unaffected by the storm
Brewing between our souls
A deep midnight blue, a pale ivory, the darkness of my skin against yours, pure and bright
Thunder, rain, all increasing in volume
And I am
suffocated by sheets
by the silence
upon this sea we thought was ever so calm
Tossed.
Turned.
Restless.
A rough feeling against my bare skin
A seeming griminess
Long kept under the covers
Threads woven so tightly together
That if you pulled
one.
The rest would
come undone.
We would
come undone.
Like the undoing of our clothing
moments before we caress, crash, consume
come undone
in each others arms, in this bed
Like the space between us,
what you hide,
what you do outside this room,
it will all
come undone.
If we could sit and count these threads together
We’d be here for what seems like eternity
How can you sleep at night?
How can you sleep at all?
When you’ve made yourself
A bed of lies
