Wednesday, 18 February 2015

We used to make love
And fall asleep in each other’s arms,
But now my touch scalds you.
You sleep in taut hipster pants (are you even comfortable?)
Facing the wall, or prone;
It feels like we’re a thousand miles apart in this three-by-four bed.
I’ve given you time, being patient with you:
The nights are long without you
So dark, so quite.
You say nothing’s wrong
Not to worry, we’re strong
But none of us is responsible for our words, only our actions they say.
We live separate lives in this three-by-four bed
And I feel like giving up on us

So we could live separate lives.
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Divine Love poems series returns this week. Watch this space!

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