Making the Bed or Easy (for ej)
Morning light is quietly loud
Strolling through the window
Past the blinds
Past the blinds
onto the walls
the floor
the bed
steady
unrelenting
illuminating
black cats glow and stretch
unrelenting
illuminating
black cats glow and stretch
I look at you as you sleep
you exposed and hidden
beneath the comforter
you breath comes in and out
balanced
Steady
balanced
Steady
a melody i dance to
around the edges of the bed
around the edges of the bed
my movements are slow
but deliberate stepping closer
the coolness of the fan stirs
the warmth radiating from your hip
With practiced ease I gather the cover
thinking a story lives in their folds
the restless toss and turns
the languid feline stretching you do
the way two bodies find one another
without looking
without looking
fingers reading skin through traces
the final curl into slumber
your eyes part and you crack a smile
knowing what i’m about to do
rolling onto your back
naked
still
soon the cocoon
will hold you again
I throw the flat sheet into the air
popping it one or two or three times
until it falls just below your chin
I do the same with the comforter
smoothing them out
It’s a small gesture
but in this moment, it’s my thank you
I’m building this refuge for you
so I can step back and watch you fall again
Sleep soundly babygurl
the world can wait.
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Love it !!!!
This one got close to me.
Thanks for penning this, I love it.
Such a great closing stanza. Wonderful.
‘It’s a small gesture
but in this moment, it’s my thank you’
gorgeous. I think of housework and home keeping this way; all a thank you.
save to read when she wakes up or later at her wedding
Oh my! The poem is beautifully sustained.
Very touching!
Yes! Snuggly is the new sexy.
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
“a story lives in their folds”–I absolutely believe the things around not only become part of our story, they help tell it. Nice writing, Dangerfield.
so lovely and tender. 💜💜
I’m just reading this on Father’s
Day. It sounds like wonderful fathering to me.
Also Great poem.