An Ode to the Marital Bed

[JoelJosol]

Your quiet sheets are lies

so is your sweet scent of fabric

and the once moonlit frame

now hides the violence

of lovers

punishing the wood and fabric

with thrusts and cries.

 

For how long can you endure

the absence of tranquility

so frequently visited, while

every night the moon light shines

on lovers

who struggle to keep the interlock

of bodies held in you?

 

The headboard often rammed by two

physical bodies colliding,

your legs might soon give way to the truth.

[tonyv]

Joel, this is one of your best works. What I love most about this poem is its intensity. Awesome work!

Tony

[JoelJosol]

Thanks for the appreciation, Tony. I tried to simulate the Neruda ode in my work.

[David W. Parsley]

Joel, this piece does indeed share a quality of intensity and open wonder that runs through the odes of Neruda, an articulation of romantically sexual passion as ancient as Solomon and Sappho and as fresh as last night's harvest moon.  Love the blend of tenderness and uniting "violence" that the furnishings are called upon to hold and bless, while acknowledging a deeper progression from our common untruths to something more true that we hope will be beautiful and full, rather than devastating and more absent than ever.  Lovely.

Thanks (not I think - just thanks!),
- Dave 

[JoelJosol]

Thanks David. I am glad that it echoed the spirit of Neruda's poetry.