Thursday, December 25, 2008

One day

I want to be the bed
you fall into
at the end of your journey

not a motel bed, me--
stale and generic,
with a stiff polyester bedspread
and magic fingers if you insert a quarter

I would be
an apple-pie bed, dry and warm
sheets fresh off the line,
quilt plump and waiting
smelling of no other
but you


Rachel Westfall
December 25, 2008

4 comments:

Kyddryn said...

With a quilt on top
Rich, beautiful colors
Deep jewels woven and cut into squares
Triangles
Pieced and sewn carefully
A warm embrace to hold you all through the night

Because you deserve to be treasured, wrapped up in love, in a beautiful cocoon each night so your butterfly-self can emerge every morning, glistening wings opening to greet the sun with vivid glory.

Or maybe a peacock, fanning its tail for all the world to admire, if it is clever enough to notice.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

RachelW said...

You are very clever, Kyddryn! I feel fortunate to know you, and honoured to be your friend. Hugs!

Poetikat said...

"An apple-pie bed". Perfect choice of words - warm, cozy, comforting. Wonderful poem!

Poetikat

RachelW said...

Thanks, Kat! I'm glad you enjoyed this one.