The life of a mattress!

To play the King
I needed a Queen
to act out
my fantasies
but the whole
ensemble
had me bouncing so
I remained single.
Life was the pillow
that supported
the mind
under the covers
of time.
I played my part
to the sheet music
under winter’s covers
a mid summer’s dream
where autumn leaves
undressed the mind
In chosen petals
leaving memories bare.