Poem: Bedsheets

 

Bedsheets

 

lovers

engendered this topology,

wrestling earthquakes

over 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-less ridges of sheet,

then littered him at the gates of hell,

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