gryphons_quill

I come to my bed
as though you're in it,
as though the cold cold sheets are
warm with you.
I come to my bed damp and smelling of spices
of handmade soap and oils
as though my pillow can smell them
or my blankets would care.
I come to my bed now
as though to a lover, and
in my cold sheets I dream
you're there.