Bed

 

The bed is an ocean of endless white                

Sheets heavy with lines following my soul            

Imprinted still with bodies nude and light               

We lie among harsh waves that swallow us whole            

Don’t say a word, I plead almost unheard             

Let breathless silence keep our company               

And watch how hungry flames devour the world        

I’ll set ablaze all the beauty I see                  

Among the red will just be you and me          

I want it so bad I’ll forsake the stars, 

Give up on things that I believe         

So long as we call this small room ours.        

But if you leave, would it not hurt as much      

As when I lacked the safety of your touch?