This bed is a ship

This bed is a ship is a sporadically updated internet journal, 
a home for odd scraps of writing.

for all my frequent calling on the body as the heart of me

I am so rarely even close enough to smell your skin

yet every second I spend near you gets you 

deeper in me than however long your dick is

which I wouldn’t know.

but I know the way you shift your weight

the way you laugh when something pleases you

the craning of your head to see something no one has noticed.

seeing my desire in another’s smiling arms

her eyes shining.

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