Beds

I’m waking up to the first cup
Of bile that I will drink today

A memory of the youthful love
That I dismissed in time of play

And now the rest has filled the crest
And O how dear the price

Of kisses pledged upon the edge
Of beds we carved in ice.

Beds

vanderwolff

Chula Vista, United States

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