Our Bed No Longer Creaks Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Our Bed No Longer Creaks



And our love is wrinkled cotton
Soaked in old sweat

Other times smooth as satin
Or slippery as processed silk

Some times it screams red
Or pales sky blue heaven

Or still mellow as green grass
Or it is again yellow envying

The cows dribbling fresh milk
In a pasture far from me

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