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

[SmittyJas]

Very creative writings Mary keep up the good works its pulling you through the rough spots.

[SmittyJas]

Very descriptive write didn't care for a tropical Disease Part could of skipped that. Healthy otherwise.

[shruthi]

What a work...????
i am amazed.. it's seriously touching and i enjoyed it wholeheartedly
Create great masterpieces like the above Mary...:D Simply a work of classiness...!!!!!

Best Regards
Shruthi

[B-poet]

Your descriptive touch brings this unique poem to life in a distinctive way. A gripping imagination has befriended your written pen of choice. Great work Mary. A tantalizing write & read. :)