| 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. |
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