Places We Can't See

Lovers cradled
breast to breast -
Soldiers with no home
to claim -
Beds are made
to places we can’t see.

Seasons pass
as words to water
trickled from abandoned springs.
For every life
ten thousand more
within her bosom sleep.

Shield to shield
as kiss to kiss -
lips denied their stories told.
Songs no one remembers -
she sings to them
tonight.