Passions entwined as fiery fleshly laces,
forming heart's mattress as a framework
in delusions of brass duration,
springs squeaking their song of heated becoming.
Tarnished trust rattles the headboard
against the honeymoon chamber,
crumbling into despair's tomb.
Wrinkles in bedspread of vows,
left its agony crevices upon the soul.
Body writhes in throbbing rage of relentless regret,
nights spent as reoccurring dream of revision
to undo the absence of his lover.
Depression's sheets cover his eve in suffocating sorrow,
sobbing in the solitude, a futile prayer for forgiveness,
heard only by the walls.
All the reality her scorn now creates by driving desire
painting his deserved anguish in vivid images,
seen only in her mind's cinema, never shot in his presence,
a movie she filmed using bitterness as a camera,
being survival's script for her own suffering.
Author notes
Credit: The Brass Bed ~ By: Amit3
A contest entry
- The Brass Bed ~ Image Prompted by Ithica.
825 points, ended September 23, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Brilliant!!!
Best of luck in this contest!!! My guess is that golden chalice is RIGHT HERE. Peace, Cyn 
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What a write!!! The imagery is outstanding and painfully creative...
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