There's a bed made for one
but I'm sleeping for two.
Wrapped in crystalline night,
the drops drip defiantly
and there's a trickle on my window. Pain,
grips me in your absence,
beneath my sheets,
my hands melt into dark,
tracing your shape beside me,
as you dream for three.
We were one,
but still are in
the liquid state of conscious
when no life is out of reach.
And soon will we,
take our place
in the annuals of the world's litany
on intimacy,
and being
held abreast
in the warmest shapes known
to a silhouette world.
they must never know,
the heights capable by we,
When we love for three.
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