In this bedroom
we sleep on sheets so white
turns our fair skin brown
no curtains on our window
shades of gray and blue in the morning
sunlight intruding in on this bedroom scene
so gently nudging us awake
I thought isn't it perfect
how this body compliments mine
how on our sides we fit together
like two things made at one time
this is the only peace I can feel
stolen moments spent awake in bed
these threads remember everything
and for a while i was never alone
a love sorted out in motions
bare walls bare flesh on bare bones
we are already so cluttered with contrasts
there is no need for anything more
he makes me breakfast while i lay in bed
and when life comes rushing back
like high tides one layer at a time
bare feet on the cold tile
I find one egg in the frying pan
and one dish in the sink
after dawn paints us blue all over
this has colored us in shades I cannot see
I can feel them like blankets of warmth
soothing our softest spots
places that we can never touch
but are always the easiest to find
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