Your Bed

I like your bed

The fat pillows and red sheets

The covers that give heat

and tell me well-paved stories

Heart stories

Sob stories

Open hands

Open legs

Past hassles

Now, a row of vacant castles

And of those who came before me

Hard ties and loose jeans

Their dreams

Your dreams

How this is love

For sure

Indeed

Repeated words

Stock phrases

I heard them before

In my ear

For this was my year

A year of ex-wives

and naked swan dives

Snapped rings

and strange turns

Now, slumped in the arms of girls

and things I didn’t learn

But I like your bed

The dented pillows

and wrinkled sheets

The stained covers

that won’t come clean

Still, I like your bed

Do you?