Mattress

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Mattress

You lay me down. We acquaint by gradual movements:

a stretch, a curl, a turn, through nights of

restless dreaming. Impressed

I spring to the rhythm of your lovemaking,

taut and in my prime; absorb the whispered secrets

of thrills and emissions.

The cycle of the moon bruises, your musky scent

lingers. Our lives merge undercover in the flickering

shadows of dusk.

There are days when you rarely leave me - sad, lost

hours where you cling to my sides like a frightened child.

Reluctant to wake to nature's chime

you bury your head in me and cry soft tears. You are mine

again. Salt-stained wounds dry with time,

life and laughter return.

Now weak and sagging with years, I cradle your trembling

foetal form, feel your breath rasp,

hesitate and depart.

Suzi

Inspired by Jean Sprackland's 'Mattress'. This one - before the embankment.