Poem: Bedsheets

 

Bedsheets

 

lovers

engender this topology,

wrestling earthquakes

across a quilt of worlds:

 

passions

writhe, press, bump,

climax, caress,

hidden as magma 

only to roil the cottony shale.

 

they engrave Rodin’s thinker

into fibonacci ridges of sheet,

litter him at the gates of hell,

rumpled and tossed from their fitful hips.

 

what a gift,

 this tension of pent-up dreams,

catharsis in a dishevel of wormholes.

to embrace the bliss of shangri-la

after months of doubts and moods.

 

and finally

every nook of blanket so 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"