Me and My Bed
A room lifted by the sound of a bed
The ruffles meander about itself
I desire to leave my imprint on it
Knowing how soft the sound is
I want to lay on it with my soul
The powerful allure rests on me
Intriguing is the base, the support
I know not the purpose of the desire
I fear that I have no tiredness in me
I just am drawn to it, a harmonious draw
I take a jump and I land squarely on it
Feeling the ripples of the solid bed
I laugh, foolishly I get up to see
The spot I had lain on the bed
It wasn’t as good as I thought
Just an emptiness there within me
I am lost, the bed loses itself here
Two entities are without meaning
Where does the bed go without me
I sit, contemplating the depth
Of my bed’s encompassing power
No sound escapes me, I’m soft
The bed’s soft, we are aligned
Where the pillows are, I want to be
I’m drawn in, I fall within the bed
To finally sleep off the secrets
Of me and my bed’s universal uniqueness
Made to meld as one tonight
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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