I have no other words than these
they are trite/over-used
repetitious
but they also
are truth
like the bed
that lies in
wait for
you
your arms
your legs flung
against the sheets
your face pressed
on my arm, tender
the way you sweat
underneath my breath
the way you wait
for me to brush
my teeth, wrap my hair
turn out the light
I love the way
you wait for me
and hold
the space
for my body
to impress
the bed
the way
you press
against
by heart.
I love you
trite
overused
truth
© Valerie Bridgeman
July 2, 2013
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