It was a dismal dark and dank
House, with threaded webs
Knit brows, knotted cries in
Her throat
She wrote messages in the dust
Wrote love notes on dated newspapers
She dated alone
She had made her bed, and
Not made it since,
She had taken a lover
Under her bed
Where mice warmed her feet
This figure touched her
Side by side, lay there
Hand and hand
Arm and arm
Leg and leg
A single ball of twine
She and her Boogie Man imagined
Stars in the springs of her exposed
Mattress
She made love to a man
She could not identify by sight
Only by sound and by scent
He put her nightmares to rest
When he lulled her to sleep

Loved it:))))

Awesome!!! I am feeling this!!!