In Our Bed 

In our bed 
it used to be 
the two of us 
exploring every curve and crevice, 
the softest kiss 
lightening through our veins, 
the lightest touch 
an invasion and sweet victory. 

It use to be 
when we lay together 
in our bed, 
our skin would touch and burn 
as we drew ever closer 
trying to melt and mold 
our two bodies into one. 

And then it happened... 

Now, in our bed 
a chaste kiss goodnight 
before we battle for the blankets 
and torment each other 
with the touch of icy toes. 

As we sleep 
in our bed 
in the cold 
our bodies unconsciously move together 
searching for warmth between our skin 
and in the heat, just as easily 
our bodies drift apart. 

In our bed 
you back is no stranger 
like the back of my hand 
I can trace the pattern 
of you freckles. 

In the morning 
I kick and nudge you awake 
and we speak 
with noses turned 
and still, in the morning 
the first thing we see is 
Ourselves, reflected in Our eyes, 
in Our bed.

Margaret Drew's questions:

In general, what do you honestly think?

Should I leave the "Ourselves" and the "Our" capitalized in the last two lines?

This poem is not about love lost, but experiencing a oneness, or completeness with a lifetime partner, husband, or wife. Is this clear or do I need to get back to work?