THE HOT BED

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Submitted Date 01/17/2019
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I am tidying up the hot bed

Laying moon’s quilt over our bodies’ sodden imprint

Lamenting, I shove the wayward bed back against the wall

Fluffing the pillows into shape, properly square.

 

Laying moon’s quilt over our bodies’ sodden imprint

Eddies of your smell, rush joyful, swirling

Fluffing the pillows into shape, properly square

Drifting, I run aground in my work clothes.

 

Eddies of your smell, rush joyful, dancing

Sharp tang of man, sea musk, sex-salted

Drifting, I run aground in my work clothes

The siren’s call – whiffs of last night’s desire.

 

Sharp tang of man, sea musk, sex-salted

I am tidying up the hot bed

The siren’s call – whiffs of last night’s desire

Stoic, I shove the wayward bed tighter against the wall.

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  • tmarion 4 weeks, 1 day ago

    You’ve turned the mundane act of making a bed into something sensual and passionate. Well done! Raw emotion, tastefully written. Love it!! Great title choice, too.

    • Trudi Young Taylor 4 weeks, 1 day ago

      Thank you. It's always a little weird feeling to put something out that is erotic in nature but I do believe literature can ask the reader to explore a daily activity.