Tuesday, July 10, 2007
For G
In my dream it is dark with
Film noir lighting,
In fire red and bottle blue.
On a beaten up old bed
Lies just me and you.
A tired velvet covering
Which has seen so many at rest,
Lies crisply and softly
In mounds and pits beneath.
A creaking portable
Lights up the bed scene,
Softly.
It casts faint shadows from
The raised faded roses on the counterpane
We are clean from a bath, like children,
Just faintly damp.
Light cotton nightdresses cover everything,
But hide nothing when lying so close to each other.
I think we are backstage somewhere,
It is open but the world is so closed in
On our bed scene.
Scenery stands silently propping the world up.
You are beautiful lounging there,
At home in fawn flowered softness.
We smell of bubble bath and cotton innocence.
I lean a little closer and murmer “I think I need a lover.”
You are startled yet warm, you misheard.
“You want me to be your lover?” you say,
In a normal everyday, friendly hopeful way.
On the spot, I can’t lie, I say “yes”
I lean over and sink into you,
Into the cotton, the velvet, your body
The softness of the kiss is so perfect,
It all cumulated into this…
Your body warmly giving way. ¶ 10:54 pm
In my dream it is dark with
Film noir lighting,
In fire red and bottle blue.
On a beaten up old bed
Lies just me and you.
A tired velvet covering
Which has seen so many at rest,
Lies crisply and softly
In mounds and pits beneath.
A creaking portable
Lights up the bed scene,
Softly.
It casts faint shadows from
The raised faded roses on the counterpane
We are clean from a bath, like children,
Just faintly damp.
Light cotton nightdresses cover everything,
But hide nothing when lying so close to each other.
I think we are backstage somewhere,
It is open but the world is so closed in
On our bed scene.
Scenery stands silently propping the world up.
You are beautiful lounging there,
At home in fawn flowered softness.
We smell of bubble bath and cotton innocence.
I lean a little closer and murmer “I think I need a lover.”
You are startled yet warm, you misheard.
“You want me to be your lover?” you say,
In a normal everyday, friendly hopeful way.
On the spot, I can’t lie, I say “yes”
I lean over and sink into you,
Into the cotton, the velvet, your body
The softness of the kiss is so perfect,
It all cumulated into this…
Your body warmly giving way. ¶ 10:54 pm
