Crib Death

[ChristopherSea]

final

We are usually conceived
and born on a mattress.
We consummate our love in bed,
but often forsake it
there as well.

Crib Death

Stormy years
roused misgivings
to seed a thunderhead
beneath our bed’s canopy.
Our quicksilver clouds transmuted
to cumulonimbus anvils.
Thunderous hammers wrought
old passion into dueling rapiers.

Efforts to make time for intimacy
lapsed. Our time-weathered
clock tower collapsed in ruin,
its cogs and springs strewn
amid an ocean of bed linens.

Gargoyles born within us
squatted on mahogany bedposts
and roiled the once quiescent sea below,
breaching my vessel
upon your uncharted reefs,
where I await sea monsters.


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Tom/Dale/Isis/Mercedes/Brownlie/Abu edit2 Thankyou!

(We are usually conceived and born on a mattress.
We consummate our love in bed, but often forsake it
there as well.)

Crib Death

Stormy years
roused misgivings
to seed a thunderhead
beneath our bed’s canopy.
Our quicksilver clouds transmuted
to cumulonimbus anvils.
Thunderous hammers wrought
old passion into dueling rapiers.

Efforts to make time for intimacy
lapsed. Our time-weathered
clock tower collapsed in ruin,
its cogs and springs strewn
amid an ocean of bed linens.

Gargoyles born within us
squatted on mahogany bedposts
and roiled the once quiescent sea below,
breaching my vessel
upon your uncharted reefs,
where I await your sea monsters
that inhabit them.


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Tom/Dale/Isis/Mercedes/Brownlie/Abu edit1 Much obliged

Crib Death

Misgivings awoke
to seed a thunderhead
beneath our bed’s canopy.
Our quicksilver clouds transmuted
to cumulonimbus anvils
with thunderous hammers
that wrought old passion
into dueling rapiers.

Making time for intimacy lapsed.
Our time-weathered clock tower
collapsed in ruin,
its cogs and springs strewn
amid an ocean of bed linens.

Gargoyles squatted
on mahogany bedposts and roiled
the once quiescent sea below,
breaching my vessel upon uncharted reefs,
where I await your sea monsters.

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Crib Death

Misgivings awoke
to seed a thunderhead
beneath our bed’s canopy.
Our quicksilver clouds transmuted
to hammer and anvil
to wrought old passion
into rapiers.

Time for intimacy lapsed,
its cogs and springs strewn
amid ruin of bed linens.
Pitons that toppled
our temple's clock-tower
oxidize within marble wounds.

Gargoyles of doubt squatted
on mahogany bedposts, roiling
quiescent seas below. My vessel lies
breached on uncharted reefs,
awaiting your sea monsters
that frequent them.