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Wild in Bed
by Joe CramerThis sheet, and that sheet
Let me get my sheet together.
The covers slip and slide
As I am want to glide
Nightly, in my empty bed.
All alone, of course
This, is now the course
That I am forever to follow,
Though my heart feels so very hollow,
I wade, wander, twist and wallow
Inbetwixt these cotton sheets.
I compete, replete and am complete.
This is truly not the wildest of bed
You might have had running through your head.
Just mussed sheets scatter,
Sleeping alone isn't all bad, as if that didn't matter.
10/15/2008 Author's Note: ... though my heart may be broken, again, I still smile..... you should see my "bed head" in the morning!
Posted on 10/15/2008
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 10/15/08 at 09:27 PM As for the whole poem...I love it. As for the first two lines...I want to recite them quickly walking down the streets of NYC and see what people do in reaction to me. Haha. ~JPP |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/15/08 at 09:41 PM Title a bed like that and tag it explicit.. Drew me right in. Tricky wicked! Sleeping alone really isn't all bad. Least that way you get to sprawl out however you want to... though it may lack a spoon or two to stir and of course you forgo forking ability ;-D Enjoyed this, Joe. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/16/08 at 04:28 AM I know that feeling. It sure inspires some great writing, doesn't it? Excellent work. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 10/20/08 at 11:39 PM let me get my sheet together...how clever? sheets don't make for good company, but this poem does. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/21/08 at 12:18 PM "Let me get my sheet together" Ok...now THAT is funny! It is fun to see something different in words we use everyday. Great poem...although sorry about the circumstance. |
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