Sleeping On the Floor
Was fine when
we were twenty,
bones supple,
and anywhere
was pleasure
as long as we
were together.
But middle-age
has a few rewards,
like this new
king size bed
with my side,
your side,
and high enough up
that bones
don't groan
when we disembark
in the morning.
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