Friday, April 29, 2011

In Praise of My Bed

Since the poem about staying in bed was so popular I thought I'd share this one about going to bed.

In Praise of My Bed

by Meredith Holmes

At last I can be with you!

The grinding hours
since I left your side!
The labor of being fully human,
working my opposable thumb,
talking, and walking upright.
Now I have unclasped
unzipped, stepped out of.
Husked, soft, a be-er only,
I do nothing, but point
my bare feet into your
clean smoothness
feel your quiet strength
the whole length of my body.
I close my eyes, hear myself
moan, so grateful to be held this way.

Only ONE (1) more day in National Poetry Month. Find one you love!

4 comments:

quilly said...

I know this feeling intimately! I have indulged in bed romance since my youth and I only get more passionate about it as I get older!

actonbell said...

I, too, so relate!

lime said...

perfect. i am returning to my love shortly.....fresh with clean sheets and all.

weirsdo said...

Great description. Almost makes me want to go make up my bed in preparation--but no, the strain on my humanity is just too great.