Soiled Sheets

I like my sheets
When they are soiled
In another’s love
Unwittingly you lay in them
And lie in them
Thinking I did not know
She was there in my absence
You embrace me
Encase me in your body
The flesh tantrum
Further soiling my sheets
We lay entwined
Post coital divine
Forgetting that there was
Someone here before you
Making me think:
I must wash these sheets.

© 2008 Miss Blue