What Bedsheets Know
/I have noticed that sometimes, my words twist and turn and fill the page with yearning, burning, longing passions about whatever-the-subject-of-the-writing might be. (I say this with a bit of a knowing smile...I guess writing with fervor is just my style.) But with so many poetic turns-of-phrase, I am also aware that, sometimes, things can get a little cerebral. Here's a reminder, though: it's not always that way in my poetry practice. Sometimes, the words just need to say what they're trying to say.
In this poem, there is no striving to say anything deeply-poignant. There's nothing too heady, too metaphysical, too esoteric. I've intentionally ignored any impulse to make a tie-in with the mission and vision of ecstatic poetry. And although writing in this manner is a part of my authentic voice and Path, you'll find none of that here.
What's left, then? Just fire. Just power. Just bliss. Just beauty. Just love. Just passion. Just you. Just me. Just Oneness. Just birth. Just one poet's Truth about love and the act of loving.
This is a poem from Thirsty Camel called "What Bedsheets Know." Give yourself to it, if that feels right for you.
I did.
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What Bedsheets Know
there was a time
when i didn't even know
if i would ever again see
your face
but then the universe
in its wisdom and care
showed us that all things happen
just when they should
when we are most ready
to receive
so receive me tonight, beloved
just let me make love to you
just let me make you come
over and over again
once for every lost day that i spent
remembering what it was like
to kiss
your lips
even the poets cannot tell us
exactly what it is like
in those immeasurably-precious moments
when we exist together
not naked on a bed
but alive and pulsing with
the cosmos
so give yourself to me
and i will make you
like a streaming star
across the dark canvas of this night
and my bedsheets
will be the only ones who truly know
what it is like
to be born
as
One
© 2015 Brandon Thompson