Lost in the fold in the sheet
That separates us, so close
We slumber, in our own reverie,
Slipping apart in the trappings
That coil around us, while you
Do not turn to look, to see me

Tangled.
Lost in the fold in the sheet,
My arms caught by my side,
My legs entwined in themselves,
I am motionless while you twist
And turn, dribble and yawn and
Dream of other places, other
Times, other encounters, unaware
Of the struggle I sweat through

Quietly.
Lost in the fold in the sheet
A fragile twist of cotton, fate
Adhering itself to me, I am
Cocooned, blanketed in bed,
Matted to mattress, afraid
Of the unconscious, fearful
How tomorrow will find me,
But hopeful for the mornings

Release.