Bedsheet Memories

The sky begs for my attention- a
tapestry of color

like stellar vomit, only
beautiful.

The sunset is painted not orange,
but tangerine

and reminds me of the day I
drummed for you.

I long for even a shred of your
bedsheet

to hold onto to the feel and
smell of you beside me.

I imagine the linens must still
smell of leather and jasmine and love.

Passion. Danger. Bliss. Uncertainty.
And Ignorance.

Oh- the kiss-and-tell secrets
those threads have been holding…

and you’ve left me behind to
remember them alone.

Though waking up is easier with
each passing day

and falling asleep comes faster than
the night before,

on my honor I will love you, from
this life through the next.

I’ll paint us into tangerine
sunsets, the likes of which we won’t forget.

And when I see you on the
horizon, smiling and waiting-

I’ll forget I ever needed those
bed-sheet memories.

Reviews

[And then he...]

Profound loss. Love that transcends boundary. To be loved so fiercly... the hollow is palpable. You have a gift.

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

This was a great longing piece! Your words in describing what and how you miss this lover was
incredible! I love the colors you used, the way you described the fabric in the bed sheets you missed,
the entire piece was great! Outstanding pen!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Time is the only thing that heals wounds and even then holding on to memories is the kind of scar that you cherish with pride... a very heartfelt write.

[Shellie]

Gorgeus poem Leslie....very well put together...stellar vomit...THATS great thinkin!! Its kinda sad, but its fairly optimistic. I might be wrong but i find it is. Good phrases and great poem!!