the space, by wayne f burke

below the bedclothes
the Cave of Love
where the two of us
burrowed in warmth and
away from the rest of the
world, whose only contribution
to our love-making
the headlights of their cars
blinking once or twice on the
white walls
then leaving us
in the dark

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