A Bed, A Love Story and Thoughts!
One bed will float to the other world, it’s a whole world on my bed I want to retire after each hour, each night, Alongside you holding hands this will be my memory of this world moving into another plane, I want things to be same I will wait for eons to live one more life with you, have the same hearth, children, and you this time more of you and your time to walk in the meadows, the woods, lakesides enjoying the autumn sun a brown woman again with you a fair man how after such storms and droughts when my bed had drowned, broken into shards again it came to the surface bringing me along the bed has changed its colour, not the world I had made upon its mattress, the sheets torn like me lying dead on it in many births yet I still find you, on the same bed to begin a new chapter, I lose memory of the previous one perhaps, yet I don’t know why the old vintage beds, old archival things talk to me in the silent lingo as if I had lived myriad...
