Poem: Bedsheets

 

Bedsheets

 

lovers

sculpt this topology,

wrestling earthquakes

across a quilt of worlds.

 

passions

writhe, erupt, undress

hidden as magma 

only to roil the cottony shale

until

 

they engrave Rodin’s thinker

in fibonacci ridges of sheet,

and litter his rumpled success

at the gates of hell,

tossed from their fitful hips.

 

this tension of pent-up dreams,

this ferocity of catharsis 

in a dishevel of wormholes--

is it to embrace the bliss of shangri-la?

this hideaway of doubts and moods,

 until every nook of blanket is full of smiles,

delight at its best.

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5/4/25  mods

8/13/24 ... a few mods

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