the space, by wayne f burke

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

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