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Under The Bed


It is possible

To lie beneath

The bed

Of your beloved

Amid the mites

And dust and dark

Straining to watch

The stillness

Of the bedsprings

Chewing thoughtfully

On biltong*

Dried and Salted

Drenched in coriander

As settlers did in wagon

Circles curved

Against the

African night

It is possible to wait

Interminably

For sounds

Beyond cicadas

Of bare feet

On bare wood

For this face you love

With such a

Desperate first love

To appear as planned

And yet suddenly

Looking, seeing

This so dusty

So pretty you

Hiding

In mom’s negligee

White froth against the brown

Of younger thighs

And then

At last to hear

The scuffle

The muffled approach

The bedsprings drop

Towards your nose

Deposit dust

You wait, you wait

Movement, swaying

Sudden stillness

And waiting

Passes waiting

Into impenetrable

Silence

No-one awake

In this house

But me

It is entirely possible

To lie unseen

And quite forgotten

Beneath the bed

Of your beloved

On this first tryst

This secret night

Together

While his family

And he himself

Lies gently sleeping

And it is possible

To remember this

Much later

Switching off lights

Turning on the dark

Stumbling careful

Towards the bed

And you

No secrets now

So many bare

And naked truths

So many years

interminable

No longer underneath

but side by side

#poetry #love #relationship

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