Tangled Sheets

 

Tangled sheets twisted between damp limbs,

Hot in the early morning summer hours.

The crickets begin to quiet

As their songs fade from Nighttime’s memory.

Echoes of Etta James ring

In my ears as my mind

Dances through the night before

Remembering trembling sighs.

Flashes of strong fingers

Gliding over bare hips as

Love chills race along our backs.

 

I remember last night, the taste of your lips,

The smell of your skin - clean, manly.  

Your heart pounding against mine

As I pull you close and call your name.

 

But as the morning light shines

Through the cracks in the blinds

Your side of the bed is empty.

Once again you’re gone before

The morning dew settles

And I’m left to wonder

When you’ll return home.  

Reviews

[Big ol' Kahuna]

Great poem. Nice flow. Tells a good story. Has a bit of mystery to it. I think it is very hip with some Etta thrown in there, it gives it kind of a musical feel to it. Probably musical because I was really drawn to the lines "The crickets begin to quiet As their songs fade from Nighttime's memory." I really liked that musical image in my head.

I liked the entire poem. Start to finish, well thought out and excecuted wonderfully.

[MICHAEL]

Wonderful, liked it very much. Reference to Etta James surprising, she just died in December at 80. Might check out my DARK APARTMENT, HARMONY, or AN OLD MAN'S DREAM. Loneliness is part of life.

[Bennett Logan]

I really like this. I like how your narrator assesses the moment, thinks back to the events that lead to it, and then rationalizes it all into a pattern. It goes from ethereal to nostalgic to complete resignation. Really good stuff. I'll definitely be reading more!

[Shadow Writer]

Great piece. Enjoyed the write. Phantom....

[Katherine Wyatt]

Your style is phenomenal..This paints such a clear picture..sated desire.. and longing..wonderful!

[Tony]

You have shared your sensual dreamtime with us in this beautiful piece of poetry, adding the beautiful sound of, "At Last" by Etta James, comes to mind in my interpretation, as if you are dreaming of that song and all of its meaning, but as you awake, you find it to be just that......only a dream of wishful thinking, longing and waiting. This is excellent.

Tony

[Kelley]

Smiling your quite the sexy writer woman.I enjoyed reading this!
Romance is in the air, it's spring time and like I said before
"your husband is a lucky guy.".....lol
thanks for sharing!

Kelley

[Emily B]

oh, those empty bed blues . . . well-written stuff.

[Nix]

Aww, the last few lines made my heart sigh. As if i was the one waking up to an empty bed. A great first line - Tangled sheets twisted between damp limbs, which set the tone for some lovely phrases/words - Nighttime's memory, Love chills... which gave such a soft, sexy imgae of lovers in their aftermarth. Loved it!!

I'm so happy I get to read your work again! :) I needed to be inspired! x

[MIA ST. PAUL]

Have to agree with everyone here. The flow the sensuality, this piece brings out the love from the heart.
great job!