Talking in Bed
Talking in bed
What a frightful thought
Us talking in bed,
The very place we should
Be shunned for
Such a thought.
Talking in bed should be easiest
Lying together there takes us
Back so far.
Yet the more time that passes
And the more words said
With you seems wrong.
Terrified to look in your eyes
As we talk of deeper
Things than we ever knew as one,
Deeper than the chasm between us.
But our eyes meet in a
Sad and very real conglomeration
Of love and sadness
Remorse and regret
Fear. And yet an odd comfort.
Old familiar friendly love.
A kiss so shockingly impassionate
And so delicately non electric
That magical kiss goodbye
That lovers are often too selfish
To give or receive.
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