JoelJosol Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 This bed is different without you. I'm not usedto its silence, inactivity nor to its bed sheetsand pillows over it well-arranged.My body sinking into it is not the sameas yours sinking into it too. I prefer it to becreaking, overflowing with sounds, sensualwhile the full moon peeks through the curtain,wondering what we are up to.I prefer it to be disorderlywhen we play love's games, the blanket removed,exposing our skin to the moon, so that shemay envy us, as she outlines your curves.I prefer that you fill it with your sound bitein every corner, in the pillows, in the bed sheet,with each space locking your scent, your laughter.Let us fill it with groansmixing with the embers of passionheating up as we ignite a brilliant glow.This bed is different without you.I am not used to space draped with loneliness.The blanket is not as warm as you,from where you would have beenstaring at me with the moon in your eyes. * A. Baez poem about beds and moons made resurrect this poem and made adjustments to it as well. 3 Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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