You've been in both

On Friday nights
My dad and I would put fresh sheets on my bed
Chatting idly

On Sunday afternoons
my husband and I would put fresh sheets on our bed
Silent

These small acts of domestic intimacy
Which we don't share with many
You may lay in my bed
But you may not make it with me
Nor I with you

Do you just go around helping girls change their sheets?

I haven't done this with anybody except my ex-wife

To know the order I like my pillows stacked
If the cases face in or out
How I fluff the featherbed
The precise drape of the quilt I made

These are deeper intricacies
Than the knowledge of my body
The spots that make me gasp
Or quiver
Or squeal
My body and my home
You've been in both