Bedroom secrets:
the bleak shadows of pure joy,
preparations of a broken bed
to merge the living with the dead;
folding, stretching, patting
the final resting place
for a day’s dirty deeds
done - - - — — — - - -
; without aid
as the morning broke
the thoughts turned pale
the ravishing daylight spoke
in riddled tongue of fear
or Fear, to remain hidden
covered in the night’s embrace
of doves and ducks bestowed.
Bedroom secrets:
to make a bed
one need only to awaken
fold, stretch and pat,
then await the setting sun
a bell’s toll summoning the living
to the bliss of a ready made bed,
heated yet dead.
