Comforters on Sale

I think we all hold on to hope
Passion
Love
Desire

Dreams keep unfurling like ropes of silk
Touching the sky
Holding us tight
Keeping us bound to the Earth

We were lovers once
Our bodies molded into each other
Formed and fitted from years of use
Knowledge burned upon the edge
Of some dark spot within our minds

Perfection came and went
On a windy rainy Saturday
That we decided was meant for us
To stay beneath the cotton throw
And thick comforter I had bought
On sale

We broke the bedside table
In our sexual gymnastics and on Sunday
We found our way out of bed
And down to the mall to replace it
I thought it was fine with the photo book
Of Erotic Art
Shoved under one leg
But you said no and brought your credit card

Things broke rapidly after that
Beginning with our love
I tried to recapture it
With cinnamon candles
And Victoria’s Secret lingerie
But it was lost
Somewhere far beyond us

I miss you still
Most of all on cold rainy Saturdays
When I stay in bed under that comforter
That sometimes still smells of you
And dwell in memories of the way you felt
Inside of me
Until I am wet and needful
And missing you more

Rolling over onto my side,
Pulling the blanket with me
I let my tears fall on your pillow
Rather than mine