When Tied To the Bed
Perhaps we should not have talked in the heat of the moment,
Not while it was dark and the moon was rising.
Perhaps it was like that car left by the side of the road;
With its windows rolled up and the steam not from love but decomposition.
Some things are best left unsaid;
Especially in the dead of night when you’re tied to the bed.
Copyright © Greta Veranes-Kitts | Year Posted 2011
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