Stranger In My Bed Poem by Ibn Ali

I feel the void
Between this blanket there's a breeze
A cold bridge usurped the warmth
Two backs turned
Chests facing outwards
Whatever's poured had missed the cup
We still thirst
Who is this stranger in my bed
The night lamp seems too bright for me to hide
Two possums lie
Soaked fully in regret
Each cough harbors resent
I hear the blood downing in my veins
The height makes it hard to be discreet with thinning air
So we hear each other breathe, as we hear each other speak
But who's listening
She swirls into a slumber
But I'm too upset to sleep too soundly
This uneasiness surrounds me
Caution
Nights like these give birth to hate
I recollect
At first I liked her, and I liked her for the longest time
Thereafter I was falling, and I was falling for the longest time
My loyalty was set
From the moment that I called her wife
Before, it's law that I be loyal, divine
Soft touches and badinage fuel her
And her growth suffices mine