Your quiet sheets are lies
so is your sweet scent of fabric
and the once moonlit frame
now hides the violence
of lovers
punishing the wood and fabric
with thrusts and cries.
For how long can you endure
the absence of tranquility
so frequently visited, while
every night the moon light shines
on lovers
who struggle to keep the interlock
of bodies held in you?
The headboard often rammed by two
physical bodies colliding,
your legs might soon give way to the truth.
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