I slip under our faded
down comforter and in between
our pale blue jersey sheets,
wrinkled with signs of sleep
and stretch my toes down
touch each sock stuck
in the tucked in sheets
and press my nose deep
into our bed, past the smell
of your after shave
and our sleeping bodies
to where the sheets still smell new
then, drag my hand down
to that rust colored stain
from when my period came
too early and the thought
of waiting on our love making
seemed impossible.
