We sleep in a bed
four feet too wide
for our sleeping bodies.
The room is foreign,
slept in by tired travellers,
used by couples
like junkies seeking fixes.
Clothes fallen
like shed skin
lead to our own sides.
Makeup stains the pillowcase,
cologne dissipates
its sticky sweetness soon settles
like dust.
Behind every door
moans of desire
but I find peace
in sharing this king bed
with my Prince.
# 1029
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