The Celibate Bed

About my life.

This morning the sun was intense,

Dust motes rose as I walked through my bedroom.

To me, nothing is more beautiful than a well made bed.

My mattress and box springs are new, I bought them four years ago.

I have a French coverlet for the bed with matching shams,

Also I have 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.

I bought these things a little at a time and take good care,

They have to last a long while.

As I straightened and tucked, making sure the top sheet doesn't show

And the pillows are only seen to raise the covered ones in the shams,

I realized that in four years, I haven't had a lover in my bed.

I knew, intellectually that I had sworn off my butches,

Too complicated to have a life where I have to work in tandem,

Or around another soul.

Somehow it still seems kind of sad to have a bed so beautiful,

So sensual to see and touch that has never known intimacy and lust.

Life goes on and so do I.

Perhaps my Celibate Bed will rock me into the next transition in my journey.

Author's Note

Whatever.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Whether shared with another or not, I think you should revel in those 600-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and treasure that beautiful coverlet and shams. Life is too short to worry about whether or not you have someone else to share it with. Kick up your feet and enjoy it. If someone worthy happens to come along, great; but live like there's no tomorrow.

Linda Marie

[SpokenWord]

I always felt that no matter what I accomplish, create, dream of, complete, achieve or do in life it isn't really complete until I have someone to share it with. This is beautiful because of the realization of it, after getting all the little things to make your bed perfect one realizes what is missing. I think this is something many people realize in life along our journey. I can't agree with "whatever" this poem has a message and the message is strong. Great write.

[Art]

nice work on this visual expression through poetry...

[Kerry O'Connor]

There is tremendous liberation to be had in sleeping in an unshared bed. It means one has overcome the fear of being alone.

[Robin]

great writing ~

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

gad I love this poem~!

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Great poem!