our bed
10/07/2009
our bed is a contradiction
you say it’s loud like cotton balls
if that’s not enough under a muffling comforter
the dip brings us together, how I like it
you see a hole that chases dreams away
I don’t feel the dip, just you in my arms
my soft pillow of breathing warmth
keeping me alive, snug while I slumber
loud like cotton balls? does that mean really quiet?
I’ve wondered if stuffing a quilt under the sag would work…haven’t tried tho.
No, Pearl, it’s not quiet. It’s funny. I guess my understanding her is another testament as to why we’re together. It’s sort of a grinding sound.
I still don’t think there’s really a dip, but she swears to it.
Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting.
…there’s much to be said for the dip, Vic!
Great contrast of perceptions here from two in the same bed
. This was intriguing Vic, very nicely done!
I must confess, it was really easy to write this one, since I can’t understand her when she tells me about the dip or that the bed is too hard… as I don’t see either. She is my favorite muse.
Everyone’s perception is different, even when it comes to beds. That’s the illusion. ^___^
This poem is one of my favorites, Vic. Our bed has that dip, too.
I still swear there’s no dip, but she curses it nightly. I’m glad you like the poem. Thanks, Master Bryan.