When is the Bed just a Bed?

When is the bed just a bed?

and when is the bed our palace?

When is it the place he used to f*ck you?

and when is it the place I madly love you?

How can I help you

fragile child of pain

How can I help you

Run away today

When is the couch just a couch

and when is it the place you escape to

When is it the place he falls asleep drunk, mouth open, bottle in hand

When is it the place you come loudly, singing songs with the band

When is a kitchen just a kitchen

When is it the place you show him new love runs over breasts,

like tears

When is it the place he cooks up madness

When is it the place you find solace late at night, dancing to my words with beautiful light

shining in your eyes

When is a house just a house?

And when is a house the place I spend learning to love you?

When is it the place he force-fed you?

When is it the place I hoped you'd come away from to dance with me?

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016