Sharing Bed

Words so hard to say in daylight
Now fly as whisperings from our lips,
Our heads are close as the coldness
Retreats from our shared body heat.

Entwined hair, limbs, fingers,
Pillows and covers
Gently our bodies shift,
Under the guise of comfort.

Some memories are stirred
Of past aquaintances,
Slowly doubts creep through
Dreamy torpors of half-sleep.

Then space suddenly becomes
A nothing unexplained,
Our lips are basically touching
But everything else is so, so far away.

The hushed words still
And movements cease.
Volume is a nihilist:
Stalemate on the mattress

And when the graze of a leg
Coincedes with touching lips
There comes a gentle sweep
Of pleasant warmth to my chest.

Oh, but the moment is brief
And it stands as an epitome
For the way I believe we all
Should exist.

Captured neatly and clearly
Beyond words and images,
Let us learn from this concept,
Of sharing bed.