Furniture
When I come home
tired from my day at work
I want to sink in to your warm embrace
the way I do
when I collapse with relief
into the arms of an easy chair
I want your head
to nestle on my shoulder
and breathe me
the way you do
when you steal my pillow
after I leave in the morning
I want us to pose
like some sculpture
you picked up
at the antique shop
down the street
a pair of lovers
locked in a kiss
Some days we’ll come in together
dressed like coat racks
to keep us safe from the cold
We’ll sheer each other
shed our woolen winter skins
and do our playful best
to figure out who makes the better bed
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