ROOM WITH A BED IN THE MIDDLE

by Curtis Bauer

While I sleep my wife writes words

xxxxxxxxxon my back.

She wants me to feel what she thinks,

xxxxxxxxxwhat's inside her chest.

When I wake the letter Q boils between

xxxxxxxxxmy shoulder blades

as if it were branded or etched.

xxxxxxxxxI think she traced C

but there's longing in her and she hates

xxxxxxxxxthe word covet.

Her delicate hands can’t hold desire.

xxxxxxxxxShe is sitting on top of me

naked, though her hair clothes her.

xxxxxxxxxThe bed isn't large

enough for this love tracing from her

xxxxxxxxxfingers. The room

diminishes when she opens her eyes.

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