One Race of Night In a Single Bed

Delirium's downpour
Swamps the tides of evening.
Gin sets lips to champagne.
Night sweats; pearls of sweat
Squat in armpit and crotch.
Breathing labours.
The mosquito makes his rounds,
Stirring the air with unease.
On the wall,
The family founder,
Peers out of the Victorian permafrost.
Wood
Swells with the weather;
A tropical disease
Hollows the crucifix.
On the air, the smell of wet earth,
Breadfruit and mango,
The sweet rot of the fertile sun.
The rain thunders; under cover,
Flesh blends to one race of night
In a single bed.

Reviews

[Dindella]

Very beautiful. I caught onto the lust and flood of emotion very quickly, and I have to say I enjoy the fact that you have the power to describe the thrill, the passion of sex without ever describing the act itself. I've never seen this sort of approach before, so I am breathless. Absolutely breathless.

[Ashira Macy]

A lot of wonderful imagery in this one. Well done.

[RAOrourke]

Wonderfully paced and the images that come to mind complete your wonderful work. Nice job.

[ba_mcfarlane]

Great visuals on the first read. It took me several reads to find the linkages, of deft and clever execution. Then the almost arcane lust of the moment came clear to me. Bravo, a great write.

[Anne Timmins]

Very emotional and a very good poem. Excellent.

[Wandering Minstrel]

Incredibly vivid descriptions...very well done!

[Susan Beth Horvath]

Love this poem! Very interesting and intriguing.

[Blake Fodor]

what a beautiful poem...this one really moved me...

[Matching Socks]

Great writing, and fabulous choice of words to illustrate!
A bit edgy, love it!

[John Anderson]

this is truly from your heart, and I loved every line