We smell you on our clothes

​I  love my bed

It’s the only way to know you:

The mattress you’ve laid yourself to sleep on

With your heavenly body contouring folds and creases on my sheets

Like an angel’s silhouette

I don’t ever want to lay here

(I will destroy the closest creation and mockery of you)

Until you come back and invade this vacancy


Even if I just have you in my bed

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