Beneath the Satin Sheet
Beneath the satin sheet, she lay curled,
weeping to the sound of her lonely
heart beating.
“NO” she cried,
but, not aloud,
disappearing into the fabric.
If only she’d lifted her head
one moment sooner,
He would have been curling up around her.
There, listening, as two hearts beat in time,
like delicate dove wings in flight.
In flight above the skies, and oceans,
above her broken shell.
But, no,
Clasping the milky blanket,
alone…
She only heard one lonely heart beat.
And so did he.
