My right arm
is your pillow.
My left arm
thrown like a sash
over your shoulder.
We lie together.
You in a bed
made entirely of me.
I…your cover.
In the dark
a pair of happy smiles
only revealed
as the candle blossoms
throwing light
around like laughter
not caring that
we have no furniture.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleeping-on-the-floor/
