Rainbow Bones
Empty Bed
Posted by Paul Ricciardi (Rock Hill, United States) on 20 February 2007 in Miscellaneous.
It's been too long since I've posted or left comments...50+ hours a week at work plus home stuff, side jobs, and freelance work leaves little room for AM3.
I can't seem to sleep these days,
or, I mean
I sleep but I don't dream.
Or, well, if I do it's always of you.
do you sleep on a bed of roses?
or am I just dreaming again, dear...
my bed is cold without you,
I suppose it's,
just,
the lack of scent.
the scent wrapped up in your hair
and once was caught in my nostrils
and clawed at the back of my skull while you clawed at my
back.
now, my skull just numbly vibrates within
my head.
I don't sleep much these days,
particularly these nights, the cool december nights
that sing of roses...roses and you.
You will like this photograph, I know. You liked
the last one of my bed.
My bed that I long to share with you....
although maybe I just want your heart.
I'm not sure.
this isn't much of a poem anymore...
it never was much of a poem once
or ever to begin with
being as I'm exhausted, not from you, dear,
but from life. but I have to keep living
maybe for myself
or you.
Who is a much finer poet than I could ever claim to be.
My bed is empty...my heart?
