Twisted Sheets

Come, let us escape awhile,

And leave the world

Behind closed doors.

Tuck adulthood away,

Beneath the bed,

Beside your work-boots.

Let me remind you how it feels to be

Young.

Hungry.

Alive.

I’ll wrap my legs around your waist,

And whisper runaway tales

Of the life we would live…

If we could only abandon

The life that we lead

Beyond these twisted sheets.

B.P.

 

 

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