Bedside tramp

she comes to him during his days
him to her, the dark
illuminated by the bedside lamp
they entwine in a breach
of trust that wasn't there to begin with
a glimpse of disillusionment
she allows, indulgent
to her wants, needs neglected
preferring the dark
when he comes to her
illuminated by the bedside lamp
locked in a tight embrace
of reality and insanity
tempestuous affair rocking
their lives together yet apart
cocooned in their virtual net
she feels undisturbed,
him smoothening her furrows
when he comes to her, borrowed,
illuminated by the bedside lamp

Petal P. Rose