In this bed

 

In this bed

          my feet grow cold

Curled alone each night

Would you despise me?

To know my truth

My weakness may cause fright

….disgust

 

I grow fond

          of a second heart beat

Dreaming of his palms

Winter dry lips

Kisses demanding ensue

Please despise this person

…him or I?

 

Then night comes

          courting dreams unachievable

Of your words, calloused hands

Of his eyes, demanding kiss

I am greedy, silent ponder

Desiring a tiled contrast floor

 

In this bed

          my feet grow cold

Absorbed in thoughts of poly

Amorous  household

The smiles of women

…and men I care for

Loving each other the same

 

Author's Note

Cp. 3:03AM Sast 04/12/08 NM wring about my conflicting heart and nature, lost, alone and unsure