Smooth out the bed
Let it not be said
That true love lay here,
Or here conceived,
In tongue and deed,
Unbanished fear.
Tear up the sheet
And then delete
Your heart’s desire,
Conceal, cheat
And then repeat,
Just hide the fire.
Both sheets are wet;
Mine would beget
Our mortal life;
But flame is set
And blazes yet…
Consumes our strife.
2.14.05
Linda Hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-sheets/
