bed

i spent the afternoon
stretching
shifting
feeling myself sink into the foam

i hold too much tension in my body

i just needed to relax
and, i guess i hadn't been
i sprawled diagonally
curled in and over and around

i wasn't exactly pretending to spend the day in bed with you

i was remembering
what it was like to luxuriate

not
the place to collapse when i'm sick
not
the place to sleep fast
not even
the portal to the dream time

even when you are in bed with me
astrally, or imaginarily, whatever

there is a sense of containment
of being in the bed
as more of an afterthought
we are clinging to each other, and the bed is background noise

today
i felt the bed

and
what i want to dream about tonight

is luxuriating with
in
you