There is no ease in

 

 

There is no ease in

This thing we do

the cool sheets wrapped

around life and limb

as we tumble

together

apart

cracked hearts

like Humpty

with no king’s

soldiers to even

try to put back

the piece,

the ache goes

deeper than

the bones

and begs

for a time

when it should

have been better,

harder inside

pressing deep

not causing pain

but pleasure

but there is

no ease in

this thing we do

except

for knowing

you still exist

inside me