I was never comfortable with the bed; br for you it was your nest, your reading space br your communication couch to speak br with your friends; br your snack bar, your dream site; br sometimes your crying place and exhaustion module br or your chosen place to retreat from the world; br your boudoir, the stage you used to seduce me br when I wanted you. br And I did. br br But the bed had so many emotions in it br so much history there for you br while I had none of these vignettes br to recommend. br I made love there br you cuddled there br I slept there br you lived one third of your life there br I never eat in bed br you dine often there. br br I fall asleep on the bed br you dream in bed br I never cry in bed br you wept into the pillows there. br br So it cannot be that us men br and you women really come together there; br it is the kitchen instead. br Stomachs meet with greater understanding br when we dine than when we sleep br in that square br we call the bed br where I think the sleep is always br uneasy there br for me. br Humm the bed is where I park my head br for you br it is where you bare your heart br and sooth your soul.