Poem: Bedsheets

 

Bedsheets

 

lovers

engendered this topology,

wrestling earthquakes

across a quilt of worlds.

 

passions

writhed, pressed, bumped,

climaxed, caressed,

hidden as magma at first

only to roil the cottony shale.

 

they engraved Rodin’s thinker

into fibonacci ridges of sheets,

then littered him at the gates of hell,

rumpled and tossed from their fitful hips.

 

what a gift,

 this tension of pent-up dreams,

released in a dishevel of wormholes;

to embrace the bliss of shangri-la

after months of doubts and moods.

 

finally

every nook of blanket full of smiles,

delight at its best.

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8/13/24 ... a few mods

3/31 ... changed title to "Bedsheets" from "Unmade Bed"