Sarah

The woman in my bed
Hasn't been twenty for a long time.
Her eyes are shadowed
By the years,
By the loves
Day by day,
Her lips worn
From kisses,
Too often but
Too poorly given,
Her complexion pale
Despite the makeup,
Lighter than a
Moonlit stain.
The woman in my bed
Hasn't been twenty for a long time.
Her breasts too heavy
From too many loves
Don't carry
The name of desire,
Her body tired
From too much touching,
Too often but
Too poorly loved.
Her hunched back
Seems to carry
The memories
She must have fled.
The woman in my bed
Hasn't been twenty for a long time.
Don't laugh.
Don't touch her.
Keep your tears
And your sarcasm.
When the night
Brings us together,
Her body, her hands
Offer themselves to mine
And it's her heart
Covered in tears
And wounds
That comforts me.