Between whispers of silk bedsheets
we whispered our souls
sharing what we loved, what we feared and what we thought
you became a beacon
a guide to a paradigm i lacked and sought
that was until
my ears caught the whispers seeping through the cracks in my walls
a swelling mist of sighs saturated with scorn

I was surprised to find you troubled by my fabric
not being white plastered plastic
I thought you knew women to be built by the earth
a burgeon from grit
blossoming at birth
perhaps you've forgotten your status as guest in my home
an imperfect vessel but raw from the skin to the bone
so thank you for your stay and what you've taught
now inhale your pitiful plaints
and make your way to the door