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.

[Ruby Moon]

"I fantasize and fantasize every night,
Of the love,
That dies an unacknowledged death..."
i dont know why but this part seems the realest(is there such a word?) to me
the way you use the sheets as something holding you away, a barrier
the way the breeze made you aware of the distance between you
it seems sad...lonely
the way you use the lightest of things to hold back movement,
it seems like in a relationship it is the lightest things that make or break it
in this case more of break...more of holding back...not advancing...not moving forward

sorry for rambling...
it must be the dreamy state of things and the panic that "I" am feeling in the poem
>.

[Crazy Cat Man]

awww a nice poem :D

[Blue Bard]

Powerful. A wonderful perspective. The sheet seems a slight barrier, yet often it is the easy things that keep us apart most effectively. Brave traversing of heavy emotional terrian. It's terrible to live with a cover hog (much empathy here).

[Gandré]

:)

[Robert Luna]

Very descriptive and loved the details. Really painted the scene so perfectly that I could see it in my mind's eye with such ease. I liked the ending as well leave us wondering and think about possibilities.


Great Job!!!!