The white Quilt

As the white quilt

was thrown

up in the air,

I caught

a glimpse of you

your face

your peacefulness.

It was

just a moment.

It had 

nothing

to do with me,

or did it?

either way

the look

on your face

calmed me.

That pecefulness

I have been looking

for.

I thought

I would

find it

in Men's beds.

I looked

for God 

to give it

to me.

I traveled and

tried to find

it in strangers.

I ran away 

from evils

and thought

It would wash

over me like 

a brand new 

sunny day.

But no.

But at this 

moment I felt

it too, 

such peacefulness

 I thought I

would weep.

You threw 

the white 

quilt up

in the air

one more time.

And I realized.

You had your

pecefulness

and I had mine.

They were seperate.

They had nothing

to do

with us being together.

At that moment,

I found it

I found me.

As I crawled 

under the 

White Quilt

I felt like

I was home.

Not because

I was in your

bed.

My door finally 

opened.

It just happened

to be under

the white quilt.