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In Praise of My Bed by Meredith Holmes

Ah, but what a lovely, lovely weather. There’s a tropical storm, but it’s not anywhere near the city. I am indulging in a little bit of rain, the howling wind, the bed, your beautiful body.

In Praise of My Bed
Meredith Holmes

At last I can be with you!
The grinding hours
since I left your side!
The labor of being fully human,
working my opposable thumb,
talking, and walking upright.
Now I have unclasped
unzipped, stepped out of.
Husked, soft, a be-er only,
I do nothing, but point
my bare feet into your
clean smoothness
feel your quiet strength
the whole length of my body.
I close my eyes, hear myself
moan, so grateful to be held this way.

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