Bed: Consummated��Body: Not yet

 

 

A stage I organise every night,

The Bed,

With two pillows and my fragrant

Naked body,

Put off the incandescent lights,

Light up the mantle,

Line up the candles in the entire room,

Drape a white georgette sheet like a

Tent on the canopy,

Hang on it, shiny stars that dangle loose

Above my sight,

And lastly fill the vase with

White lilies on your bedside.

 

My kohled eyes droop down, tired,

Gaping at the silvery stars.

 

You whisper quietly in my ears to

Drag me out of dreaminess.

And then I hear you slithering

Beneath the sheet beside me,

Fondle me.

You play your favourite, lick on my

Neck and blow air soothingly,

Your aphrodisiac play catches me

High on my breath,

Trace every contour of my body

With your wet lips,

YOU MAKE LOVE TO ME.

 

Just then a mild breeze pushes my

lids open,

And I feel a soft flesh beneath me,

It’s NOT you.

It’s the silky satin sheet beneath,

Above the soft mattress.

You are beside me, in a deep slumber.

I feel the distance between us

with your breath touching my skin,

Close yet distant.

 

A sheet keeps us apart,

I fight this silent battle

With the sheet.

With my sufficiently paralysed weapons,

And brutally loose it to the sheet

Which just stays on you.

 

And once more do I realise,

I fantasize and fantasize every night,

Of the love,

That dies an unacknowledged death

In my sighs,

Beneath the sheet, on the bed.

 

 

Reviews

[None]

I got a little worried when you wrote, "It's NOT you." I thought someone else had gotten in bed. At least it wasn't a ghost either! I'm sorry to hear of things growing cold in your once lively and illuminated bedroom. Obviously, was never meant for such a beautiful person! I'm not sure if this is from personal experience but you have such great feeling in your writing. Excellent writing.

[Rockebah]

I read your poem and emotions overwhelmed me. Thats brilliant keep it up.

[Madelaine]

Aw, well this is quite the sad write. I know how it feels to be "close yet distant."

"Put off the incandescent lights" --This sentence bugged me grammar wise. "Put" just doesn't work there.

Thanks for entering my contest.

[PhoeniX]

words expressed well in a moment so intimate. good job.

[Rain]

Great write. Everything perfect for love, except it is not there. Kind of sad, but in a poignant way. Rain,,

[Kevin Andros]

Composition is good, no point denying that. You got good choice of words, strong vocabulary sense and a tremendous hold on the english language.

As far as the feel is concerned, it kept me interested all to the very end and it left me really intrigued. I particularly love the poems that have hidden meanings between their lines and the reader could decipher them in any way they like. I found the theme of the poem a bit obsense, simply because I'm not used to such explicit poems. (lolzzz). But some message has been wrapped in between the lines and thrown at the reader, and I like that. Good Write. ~KA~

[An Ordinary Woman]

I really enjoyed this, it's a beautiful poem. I can relate to your words and I know ....
I enjoyed reading the reviews too, this was delightful and very well done with excellent imagery.


I wish my best to you, always.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

this is intense. i know, i got a little worried to when i thought someone else was in the bed!! i thought maybe something like "but you're not there." would make it clearer, less like a potential rape scene, lol. but overall this piece is really beautifully written. your writing is excellently showcased here. :0

hugs

[pranab sarkar]

very well written. 10 on 10!!! hehe

[Bubo]

So sad...........once being close to someone and feeling that fade............all under a sheet,
such a strong piece of emotion, the struggle with sheets and emotions all entwined as he lies
sleeping.............

And once more do I realise,

I fantasize and fantasize every night,

Of the love,

That dies an unacknowledged death

In my sighs,

Beneath the sheet, on the bed.


Seems to happen to many loved ones..............I loved this poem, full of erotic, emotion and sadness.

[Going...going...gone!]

What a thoroughly intoxicating beginning...that ends in such a sadly melancholic manner!
The sheet symbolises your passion and longing, and yet, it is what smothers it in entirety...

Vividly erotic and passionate, with not a bit of sleaze...
Love this piece...looking forward to read the rest of your works!

May God Bless You!