What Happens in Bed

We find ourselves entangled
in the inarticulate sweat.
Between bedposts and above
the mattresses of our lives.
The birthplace of our porous selves
blanketed in primordial ooze.
Born with the umbilical
cords wrapped around our necks.
Shock and awe is more
than bombardments of nations.
We invade the borders
of each other’s dreams
like delusional dictators
and end up all twisted in bed.


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