The Well-Made Bed
She is like a well-made bed.
Clean, crisp, and stylish
and always appropriate.
Syncing with the decor.
Waiting for me patiently.
And I am more the morning after:
sheets tossed about, nothing left
unmessed. With a blanket bunched
up as if a body remained beneath or
a shadow slunked in the dark below.
#### Poet’s Notes ####
For my lovely fiance, Nancy K.
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The image of the initial draft is below: