In bed with you

The Coffee smell
Drives me crazy with desire
From your breast I swell
And momentarily its entire

Now all that exists is this room
And you and I
This bed, an artificial tomb
But I stopped wishing to die

The room smothers me
The condensation runs down the window
I am conscious of the debris
Others left but he knows

He knows I am damaged
So he has me entwined
I’m silenced and we manage
I am stilled and resigned


One comment

  1. Gabriel Karam Kassab · December 2, 2014

    Reblogged this on Gabriel Karam.

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