Bed: Consummated��Body: Not yet

 

 

A stage I organise every night,

The Bed,

With two pillows and my fragrant

Naked body,

Put off the incandescent lights,

Light up the mantle,

Line up the candles in the entire room,

Drape a white georgette sheet like a

Tent on the canopy,

Hang on it, shiny stars that dangle loose

Above my sight,

And lastly fill the vase with

White lilies on your bedside.

 

My kohled eyes droop down, tired,

Gaping at the silvery stars.

 

You whisper quietly in my ears to

Drag me out of dreaminess.

And then I hear you slithering

Beneath the sheet beside me,

Fondle me.

You play your favourite, lick on my

Neck and blow air soothingly,

Your aphrodisiac play catches me

High on my breath,

Trace every contour of my body

With your wet lips,

YOU MAKE LOVE TO ME.

 

Just then a mild breeze pushes my

lids open,

And I feel a soft flesh beneath me,

It’s NOT you.

It’s the silky satin sheet beneath,

Above the soft mattress.

You are beside me, in a deep slumber.

I feel the distance between us

with your breath touching my skin,

Close yet distant.

 

A sheet keeps us apart,

I fight this silent battle

With the sheet.

With my sufficiently paralysed weapons,

And brutally loose it to the sheet

Which just stays on you.

 

And once more do I realise,

I fantasize and fantasize every night,

Of the love,

That dies an unacknowledged death

In my sighs,

Beneath the sheet, on the bed.

 

 

Reviews

[None]

I got a little worried when you wrote, "It's NOT you." I thought someone else had gotten in bed. At least it wasn't a ghost either! I'm sorry to hear of things growing cold in your once lively and illuminated bedroom. Obviously, was never meant for such a beautiful person! I'm not sure if this is from personal experience but you have such great feeling in your writing. Excellent writing.

[Candle in the wind]

what a pleasure to have this back!!!

[Kees Kapteyn]

For me, the loneliest times are when my wife is asleep, naked and beautiful next to me, and I am awake, wanting to cling to her, talk to her, make love to her. My desire is always immediate and petulant- but I can be patient and disciplined for her to wake. That thought does nothing for my immediate desire though.

[SweetPeachesAlways]

Trace every contour of my body with your wet lips,
Very sensual, very good imagery...passionate fantasy!
Another for my Favorites! Thank you for sharing this with the world....

[George Love]

A lively melancholy work. This turned out better than I thought possible from the title. Very well done, excellent imagery and quite thought provoking

[Candle in the wind]

So often we wake up to harsh reality from embalming sleep and leave behind unfufilled unconsummated dreams on the cold forsaken sheets which die "unacknowledged deaths".So real and vividly evocative!I loved this poem.

[A.J. Smith]

I love the willowy and melancholy feel of this piece. You paint vivid images and inspire emotion with your words. Your final stanza is very powerful, moving even. I enjoy the feeling you put into your poetry.

[Anne Martin]

Excellent poem. Sometimes the sheet is only a symptom of the barrier between people.

[Phil Sanders]

How beautifully sad.......superbly written .. tears at the heart strings.....

[Imperfection]

Interesting poem. I haven't read many like that.
A very strong beginning and an even stronger ending.
I like how vividly you describe the scene.

Great write, overall.