Our bed no longer creaks

.

And our love
is wrinkled cotton
soaked in old sweat

Other times smooth
as satin or slippery
like processed silk

Some times it screams
red or pales
sky blue heaven

Or still,
yellow as green grass
or yellow envying

The cows that dribble
virgin milk
in pastures far from me

~~~
Alex Nodopaka Aug©2011