Patience
Location
Smothered over your sheets naked and anxious,
in your bedroom waiting for your presence.
But until then I will blankly wonder why.
Why is it that imprints left from ceiling paint
make up countless shapes and animals.
There is a piece of mattress uncovered,
each stitch in the ancient fabric weaved.
Unfeigned wild peonies and vines.
Still silence- but only for a moment.
Now beside me as it poured outside.
I collapsed into your arms and you said,
If the Earth can break down like this, I could.
That morning my bones felt the weight of yours.
I am that impotent mattress poking through.