Speak to the Sheets

Cover and hide, protect and divide

A sense of comfort I provide

I see scandals that no one tells

But still I lay and float, stranded

I wince and writhe as you commit prideful unions

Follow with sighs when you heave halcyon breaths

I’m sought after and needed, but only at times

My only freedom is in bunching, scrunching

to sides; two sides like a janus face

One beckons you to come lay and dream

The other hides your prides and downfalls

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