• We use to spend days,
    Intertwined,
    Beneath the sheets of my bed.

    A blanket forming a canopy,
    over our heads.

    Summer, ripe and hot.
    Sweat dripping from our faces.

    Yet,
    We’d hide there,
    Together,
    Forgetting the world outside.

    There was nothing beyond that bed,
    No sun, No earth, No sky.

    Just us,
    Sticky in summer,
    Beneath the sheets of my bed.
    Intertwined,
    When we use to be together.