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You made your bed, now lie in it
devoid of warmth and care
between the crumpled, dirty sheets
Pretend that I am there

You made your bed, in crazed haste
and hoped to cover all
the memories that you had of me
but now you hope I'll call

You made your bed now feel regret
For love like mine's unknown
You shiver as you toss and turn
her lust is all she's shown

You made your bed for her instead
and yet you burn for me
you thought a better beauty queen
gave heightened ecstacy

You made your bed, in thorns blood red
she sleeps and lets you burn
You dream of me, my constancy
Once sated, now you yearn

You made your bed, let it be said
I made my own bed, too
the man who loves the all of me
sleeps soundly, not like you.

The bed I've made, with roses laid
Is where he longs to be
its sheets on fire with his desire
he loves and feasts on me

Sleep in your bed, where love is dead
Weep for the love you miss
and see me in your lucid dreams
bathed in my lover's kiss

Eileen Manassian

Please...read poetry for the sake of poetry and refrain from making inferences that are not called for. I enjoyed writing this piece as I thought of that saying....You made your bed, now you must lie in it. I've written on proverbs and poetical themes. I enjoy the challenge.

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