To Bed, To Pieces

Written by: Annie Brittle

Take me first to bed
And then to pieces.

And then instructions cease,
As does time in all her urgency. 

We are here, now,
To deconstruct
All that exists between us,

All that space of the day.

We'll destroy the definitive 
Two that we are

Until we're single, simple elements.

We'll rebuild us in the morning.