Beds I’ve Laid Upon

All along

On all the beds I have laid upon

Where my parts are scattered,

I’ve dreamt of you

Riding in my pocket.

I would repeat the words you said

To your picture in my locket.

Now I am on my way back home to you.

I’ve come back for your centered touch.

For I cannot tell you what I’ve missed so much

The beds were cold, though I spent my touch

Life has been rough,

And you’re the Truth.

Let our old bed we sleep on

Be for you and me alone

Let the heat between our bodies

Seethe beneath the layers

Of our broken hearts and bones.

I’d ball up in a quiver

To make your suffering aft

I’d live to make you laugh

Learning to love every animal inside of me

I’d let the shiver in my dance

Show you a whirling dervish in a futile romance,

Together until we are dead and turned to ash.

For the better is our circumstance.

If you fled, there would be only wisdom in the way you’d dance

There goes the lemons in the sunlight,

Passing by my eagerness for nighttime.

From pain we sing

And last a lifetime.