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Jun 05, 2011
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the bed
our bed
is a two-person island,
we are castaways
from other sides
in its center, we are lovers
making love in the art of
making war, sideless we
blend ripe juices of conquest
surrendered and satiated
like lords of the dance
far away
from mortal combat in the untamed
jungle of our bliss, ascending and
descending
vagabonds on a caravan
searching for the holy grail
thirsty for grace
sometimes the best conversation
is made, sometimes we have
nothing to say
but sleep comes and in it we are
dreamers, embracing then
moving away, you on your edge,
me on mine,
falling.
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Kailashana2
14 years 1 month ago
Ha! I awakened with a poem
Ha! I awakened with a poem about our bed and wrote line after line in my head, too lazy to get up and write the words down, I remembered the gist of it this morning-- probably nothing like the original though it'll have to do for now.
Love.
~A
Race_9togo
14 years 1 month ago
"It'll have to do for now."
LOL
A dim recollection of a dream-poem, and it reads better than most carefully thought-out efforts.
Most excellent.
Bookmarked.