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As my body writhes around a different bed

It feels taller even though it’s not

Semi-clothed and cold it feels different

But not lonely

It feels older and as though it knows further and fresh

It learns less of you and no wider of me

But it understands something new

That isn’t uncomfortable

It just wants to find you again and for you to know me once more

And for that once more to see what I wished you’d seen before

Before it would cry out a screech of heart strung bedlam

Lying with a bread-bloated belly that looked pregnant

Pregnant with the thought of you

Coming back to bed soon

But you didn’t

Different cities and marbled skies

Slow the pace between us

And Indian spices heat the burn our tongues loved together

But now saffron and chai

Taste an unsavoury uncleanness

There is no loneliness to chew

Just a space in the creases of linen

That should belong to the weight of you.