Beds in catalogs, starchy and stiff
Beds with old quilts, silent and limp
Beds for babies on their mother’s chest
Beds for lovers, too (hush, no crying [out])
Beds that roar with the sleeper’s load snore
Beds that creak when someone rolls over
Beds that are empty in rooms meant for guests
Beds stacked with stuff (to seem like someone’s near)
Beds with tangled sheets no one has straightened
Beds so pretty you’re afraid to crawl in
Beds on the couch when you have to get away
Beds on the floor when you need a place to stay
Big beds, little beds, long beds, narrow beds
Busy beds, cluttered beds, tight beds, lone beds
Time for us to find our very own beds
Rosefire Rising 