All Over The Sheets

White fitted sheets
Invite me to lay down
My head
My ideas
My troubles

The thread count is softer
Than my word count
Egyptian cotton
Papyrus
Stories are woven in these fibers

They nestle with dreams
Or they ride the mares of the night
Galloping away from sleep

I am theirs and they are mine

I lay myself bare
Leaving creases
Stains

A print

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