I would rather sleep alone
than in a loveless bed
It takes a lucid ear
to peg a moan from a groan
I can tell an A from an A flat
in the texture of your flesh
When nothing seems to mesh
it puts cotton in my head
I would rather sleep alone
than in a loveless bed
only survival feeds us
in bars our love is coined
lost like wax, purloined
it licks itself in solitude
the blanket’s all in knots
the sheets are all in shreds
I would rather sleep alone
than in a loveless bed
