Poem Number 17545

Laundering the Bedclothes isn't Easy

Laundering the Bedclothes isn't Easy

I peel the last Satsuma,
discarding the dimpled rind, orange
and fragrant, in the sterling bowl,
biting into plump sections one by one-
the citrus sharp and lingering on my tongue.

You are in them when I sleep,
one arm over the pillow you always chose.
I breathe you inside of me,
the tickling curl of your hair,
the warmth of your skin- and pretend
to find some faded comfort there.

We - a pair of spoons in faintly silver light-
are almost seamless, unsundered in the pre-dawn.
I roll into the slight hollow you've made
and lose you again, your scent
elusive as the pale curve
waning along the arc
of the cold, untarnished bowl.


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oh god! this is great:) i love bed poems:) -chandler
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delicious..that last stanza is awesome.."We a pair of spoons.......almost seamless" Wild imaginings here ;)...alice
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Breathtaking.
-Sidhe
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Kinky but lusciously so.
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kinky? wtf? i don't see any mention of edible undies or whips and chains in this poem. this may be sexy, but kinky is going a bit too far! -chandler
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Maybe you see being a bowl of fruits as representing gay lovers and but they are no longer looked upon as kinky but perfectly norm, so get with the new age.
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thank you for commenting, all...it's so nice to have encouragement. i don't usually explain myself, but i think i will make an exception....this poem came about recently, when my dear (heterosexual) friend left on an extended road trip, with no plans to return, shortly before christmas. every night i'd been hugging his pillow, loving the scent of his shampoo, and the memories....i decided i really needed to wash the sheets, but couldn't bring myself to do it, and sat down on the bed instead, to eat the orange my kids put at the bottom of my stocking for christmas....and, ok, i don't have a silver fruit bowl, but i did toss the peel on my putty-colored file cabinet-which glimmers faintly in the moonlight, though not romantically....and there you have it. i did, by the way, manage to launder the sheets :) flicker
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Thank God you washed the sheets because anyone who could leave a romance-love that seems that special that even hugging the pillow he touched brings you joy, yet he leaves never to return, wash away girl, wash, wash, wash!