By Cosette
Date: 24 May 1999

Mattress

I entered your
          sanctuary
   a mattress of 
        scattered pillows
     curled blanket
  dallying satin sheets

another perfect haven
for stupor...
  butterfly trance
     psychedelic wings
   like soft, 
     blinding…
        grueling
   r e a l i t y
  excused 
from being 
        absorbed....
              unveiled...

       “didn’t I just r i s e?”,
  I asked myself
     idiotically
         “and arranged 
              my own beddings
    so no one will 
           come there again
       to take me high 
   and Glide to 
             Frenzied skies
      to sweat, 
               to bleed
         to be Creamy with...
to let me soar then fall...
     just to wake up 
     with a flat blanket
           NO one underneath
(but me...)”

you
    to 
       me
 an enchanting
           essence
        of freelance
  purity.

you lay me down.

“no evil he is”
a hushed
plea
to the Omnipotent

before...
 
I sank into
your invasion
of me.


May 12, 1999
for sinneD