By Amy Short - ami@blue.netnation.com
Date: 26 June 2000

Sheets

In the cotton, unwashed sheets
We shared our worlds
Mingled true-life with fantasy
While hiding behind laughter-sodden words.

Blankets caressed our skin,
A shield from prying eyes, 
yours and mine.

You'd kiss me in the sweetest way,
And touch with love the parts of me
That brought me shame.

I'd grown comfy in your life,
Memorized your walls through nights
Of sleepless hours lying in your arms.

Now, here, my life feels brittle,
My bed cold and vacant of your warmth,
My hands miss the curve of your body.

And I am tired.
5-11-00