This Bed

I’m fond of this bed

Curled above a squeaky mattress

Sometimes I steal the sheets

Curled, my back to the wall

Eyes to you

Sometimes my hands move to touch

Flesh to flesh, I still fear

This pillow is mine but yours

A faded gray savana is mine but yours

I've been here so long

There will be a ghost of me in these walls

Lingering in a spot like home

With a squeaky bed

I’m fond of

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:32AM Wed 08/20/08 NM writing about our bed, red hurting, in the big chair, fine, final thoughts, at Prides (Written, Sylph)

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Again another write of yours about a squeaky bed...and the affects it has on you...