I Only Ever Leave This Bed to Make It
#7 of Poetry
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I Only Ever Leave This Bed To Make It
Thank you
For coming.
Hurry
Inside. Too cold
And raining out.
How are
You?
I'm good.
Bathroom's behind you.
I'll just uncover
The bed.
Bedspread and
Blanket on the floor
Flat sheet over
Fitted.
Here's a pillow for you.
Undress and
Join me
Here. Let me
Hold this
Body to me
Feel your stomach,
Kiss your neck,
Touch you.
Are you
Ready?
Open up. Let me
Inside. Deep
Within you, let me
Search
Far and wide
Until I find the
Space
Where the
Sounds you make
Echo through
Your body. Shaking,
I close my eyes
Seeing colors that
Don't exist.
Drowning,
Let me cling
To you. Drift away
In this bed. Safe,
You're warm and
Close...
That's enough. A smile,
A bottle of water, and
I'll see you next week.
Take care.
I pull off the pillowcases and the flat from fitted linen.
Carry them in my arms down the hall and through the kitchen
And laundry room to separate and gently set each piece in
The washer. Small load, cold water, some solvent and softener.
The dryer. Two sheets, high heat, twist chronometer.
Fresh sheets.
The flat sheet flows
Onto my mattress.
With a wave I erase
The wrinkles
And dive inside.
With mink blanket
And comforter from closet
I cover me.