Bedsheet Memories – A Poem by Leslie Benton
The sky begs for my attention- a
tapestry of color
like stellar vomit, only
beautiful.
The sunset is painted not orange,
but tangerine
and reminds me of the day I
drummed for you.
I long for even a shred of your
bed-sheet
to hold onto to the feel and
smell of you beside me.
I imagine the linens must still
smell of leather and jasmine and love.
Passion. Danger. Bliss. Uncertainty.
And Ignorance.
Oh- the kiss-and-tell secrets
those threads have been holding…
and you’ve left me behind to
remember them alone.
Though waking up is easier with
each passing day
and falling asleep comes faster than
the night before,
on my honor I will love you, from
this life through the next.
I’ll paint us into tangerine
sunsets, the likes of which we won’t forget.
And when I see you on the
horizon, smiling and waiting-
I’ll forget I ever needed those
bed-sheet memories.
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