Bed

On the first night I arrived in your home,
I nervously embraced you,
Learning the contours of the body you seem to feel so ashamed of.
Moulding myself to your soft beautiful curves,
Every day, I feel anger at the mirror that distorts them in your eyes

Ever since that night I have supported you
Absorbed the pressure and stress of each long day
As the moons waxed and waned, I have comforted you,
Dark therapy to relax a weary mind.

I have endured periods of abandonment,
borne your absence as you partied all night
Suffered the weight of intruders that you occasionally brought home
Looked the other way in embarrassment as you entertained them.

I never wanted to share you!

Ever reliable, always here eagerly awaiting your return,
I hold you when you’re sick
Cocoon you and protect you
I restore your power to face the day ahead
I’m always here for you
So why don’t you come to bed?