Guest Poet Margaret Drew
In Our Bed
In our bed
it used to be
the two of us
exploring every curve and crevice,
the softest kiss
lightening through our veins,
the lightest touch
an invasion and sweet victory.
It use to be
when we lay together
in our bed,
our skin would touch and burn
as we drew ever closer
trying to melt and mold
our two bodies into one.
And then it happened...
Now, in our bed
a chaste kiss goodnight
before we battle for the blankets
and torment each other
with the touch of icy toes.
As we sleep
in our bed
in the cold
our bodies unconsciously move together
searching for warmth between our skin
and in the heat, just as easily
our bodies drift apart.
In our bed
you back is no stranger
like the back of my hand
I can trace the pattern
of you freckles.
In the morning
I kick and nudge you awake
and we speak
with noses turned
and still, in the morning
the first thing we see is
Ourselves, reflected in Our eyes,
in Our bed.
April, 2002
Margaret Drew's questions:
In general, what do you honestly think?
Should I leave the "Ourselves" and the "Our" capitalized in the last two lines?
This poem is not about love lost, but experiencing a oneness, or completeness with a lifetime partner, husband, or wife. Is this clear or do I need to get back to work?
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