Empty Bed

I've seen your lines a thousand times
Recite them all like nursery rhymes
They ring off bells inside my head
And glue me to this empty bed.

Your eyes say miles about your face
And how it fits my pillowcase
Your fingertips were better said
When they traced through this empty bed.

And now we're hours away from years
Still dabbling in happy tears
And we both learned the harder way
That softer words are hard to say

But I can claim the martyr day
I shivered when you stopped to pray
"I want you in the most primeval way."

And with that under belt and head
I filled the will in your empty bed.