White Stains

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Quiet-speak in the room about the day,  
not thinking ahead or of any of their names,
 
drifting on the bed of our spunk of white stains,
coveted for the lovers' truth between us.    
    
An hour spent wiling away your disdain when  
we're between our bouts of blissful claims    
    
upon the bed of our spunk of white stains,    
coveted for the body imprints from our weight.    
    
It is I who turns to reach out, not for you
but to smoothly stroke the mattress of our    
    
spunk of white stains, coveted for its evidence    
as your head rolls to one side to meet my gaze.    
    
The afternoon passes overhead and through
the flat with its shadows stretched between us
 
and this bed of white stains, coveted  
for the discoveries stored within.
 
Bodies shift while night changes course,  
keeping time bound in chains to this bed  
 
with the spunk of white stains,  
coveted for how we loved, that we loved.
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