There is something to be said
about a shared bottom bunk
about two hearts beating
on a lumpy mattress
Four hands will fight for the battle worn duvet
but only three feet will be covered
Waking in the night,
with silence you craved during the day,
can be isolating
Much better,
I think,
to have a breath in your left ear
Even if she's on your side
During the day you'll deny
the simple please
Denounce one another as
'Cover Hogs'
Regale the breakfast table
of night time antics
(most of which involve physical violence)
Because what kind of 19 year old
wants to share a double bed?
But when the door is closed
and the lights are off
and two bodies are once more cocooned
Questions are asked & answers are given
Secrets are shared & kept
Two hearts become one
as eyes are closed and minds left to wander
Limbs touch, questing for comfort
and in the soft sighs and quiet dreams
the Truth becomes clear:
This shared bunk bed is like home
a place I am safe
a place I hate to leave
Just don't tell Maddy I said so
