had you seen what you were eating
you'd have not fed this to me
I'm convinced that what is breeding
stained the bed with apathy

love was twice what you'd expected
bought with coins of earth and stone
keep them hidden in a satchel
you have threaded on your own

back in bed where time elapses
slips between our bodies rift
I collect the sheets in boxes
pack them neatly like a gift

one day when you need the feeling
you will find it with your soul 
in the corner of the ceiling
I'll be guarding what you sold