Bed

[Van Damien]

You
You have primped
the pillows of my years
gently laid my aching head
on this lovingly prepared
funereal bed
a mattress of memories
stuffing tufting like
a favourite old bear
tucked in
under a duvet of dust
an eiderdown
of unselfish trust
muffling sensations
softening a solitude
of slipping
slipping

 

[LCK]

Damn, you're good. I don't know what else to say without sounding like a sychophant but I truly love your writing.