Your hotel room smacks of shadow
and loneliness, 
this bed a plane of comfort
for two bodies close in form, 
their emotional arguments rending gaps
in contact, 
eye to eye via mirror and past,
they crave but lie.

Apart they huddle,
under covers spread with 
crumb and puddle,
the pool of the unsaid seeping 
twixt the gulf, acrimonious 
these waves lap, 
eroding.