because the bed is too wide

this is how it would be:
on the couch, pressed together,
sweat gluing our limbs and hairs
into place within the other.

the round of your head perfectly
cupped into my hand, my breasts flattened
against your arm.

moments earlier, i would have drawn
circles on your thighs with my blood,striping
your cheeks in warrior red,
you licking my fingers clean,loudly
complimenting the taste of iron.

you would have come to me ringless,
forgetful of the mother of your sons,
to breathe my skin and stretch my ins.
eyes exclaiming amazement, you would say
"i never knew freedom until you held me".