the empty bed

She layeth her body 
Adorned in gold, 
Subtly covered 
By porcelain flesh
And a half smile 

She moves 
Like a 
wounded kitten
Softly 
Scratching beneath 

Her heels kick up
Chestnut eyes low and empty 
She asks for another 
Fifty 
With a tired sigh 

When the 
Night is over 
She returns home, 
To her 
Empty bed