Beds.

Once I had a queen-sized bed,
And on it slept my queen;
She took the right, and I the left,
With sorrow stretch'd between.

But when we had a single bed,
There was no right nor left;
So sound, like vines entwined we lay,
No grief could intercept.

She was strong and imperturbable -
At last I had to see her weep;
And with that fatal veil rent,
Suspicion came and stole our sleep.

But we strove like mates upon a ship
That Neptune's senseless wrath condemned;
Though at night we went each to our sides,
By morning we were join'd again.

But Neptune's wrath must seem a boon
To those condemned by Venus!
Now we sleep with hearts half-gone,
With miles in-between us.

Each night I grow a shade more gray,
Repos'd upon my bed of spikes,
And slumb'ring moan for her succors,
Of which I'll find no like.

(March 26, 2009)