Bedroom Eyes
Lift up the corner
Of the Duvet
And let Me in.
Allow me to feel
The warmth of
The dirty sheets.
-
The space in your
Bed,
The imprint I left behind.
Where I lifted
Myself from
- Some time ago –
Is it still warm?
Have I been
Gone for long?
-
All of those dark
Days, since i left
Have molded into
One.
A hot, sticky mess of
doom and gloom.
Of to-do lists undone and
Voice messages from my
Father.
A paradox, parallel, mirage
Of a life — I should be living.
I am living?
I think.
-
I can see the glint
In your eye — however.
As you wrap the blanket
Around me
Like a piping hot
Embrace.
I know that,
You think this time
I am trapped.
-
Finally, you caught the
Lamb.
You, disguised as Tulips
And Daffodils
Have lived in eternal Spring.
Slaughtering other lambs
That have leaped
Too young, too bright,
Beacons
Of hope and light
From sleepless nights
Into the covers
With you.
-
Hold me,
Just for one moment.
As we become one.
i’ll let You kiss
me.
Like an old lover,
Deeply, Purely.
Take me to that tree
Beside the river
Take me, there.
-
Wrap your tongue,
Around my ear.
Tell me how good
I look.
As you suffocate me
With your presence.
Until I am down on all
Fours.
Gravel in my palms.
At one with nature.
Begging for more,
From you, from life
From anyone who’ll listen.
I have to feel soemthing.
-
Unassuming,
My eyes glaze over,
As others tell me
Of the mundane
Thing
They orbit.
I think of you
And I
Together
Again.
-
You are my sun,
My warmth, my
Life.
Propelling me
Forward.
But clenching your nails
Into my thigh
When I stray.
