Her Empty Bed

I thought
the beautiful bed
in her cozy room
with lucent curtain
would be able to
be filled soon enough
with sizzling love sprinkled
with unquenchable desire and
uncomparable contentment and
unfathomable gratitude, but

the bed is still empty
where only deep sighs
of two hearts are lingering around and
where irresistible longing
for each other’s things
refuses to give up and
where the hope for joy of
feeling touching breathing tossing
is still alive and
never ceases to exist

saying

not all beds are supposed
to be filled and
some nooks look beautiful
when empty and

having me say
nah! Not my bed!

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