Pillow Man

Posted on | August 20, 2012 | 3 Comments

You will go to bed tonight and hug your pillow
and you will drift slowly and silently into sleep
quietly your sleep will turn into a dream
a dream perhaps of me, a dream of
a scent that is familiar, of words that you love
a dream of a look you once had that ignited
a small flame within you, a dream of many
who have been in your dreams before, who
you have seen across rooms, plazas, who
have touched you in a certain way.

Slowly that pillow that you clutch will change
as a pupae becomes a butterfly,
it will change from that soft cocoon,
and it will become a man
not just any man, but the best of any man
you have ever known, the best of any man
you have ever imagined, the body of a god
the heart that beats strong, that embraces
and protects, the touch so gentle, yet firm
with no trace of hesitation or regret
the fresh heady scent
of wood, leather and soap
the taste of strawberries, but something more
something spicy with a bit of heat in it.

His strong arms will surround you
so strong, that if you were a child
he would throw you up laughing
and never fail to catch you
and yet as gentle as a breeze
as his long, clever fingers, caress
and tease the knots of care and worry
a healing of scars made by tears
of cries that have echoed for years.

Within that deep entanglement
the body’s warm oils will flow
and every part of you that needs a touch
will be touched by hand or eye or mouth
just when that touch is needed most
and O the kisses, firm and sweet
you will think he has ten mouths
and an educated tongue.

When at last you are replete
far off you hear a song so sweet
subside to silence wide and deep
and with those arms still warm
you settle back down into sleep
until the slow dawn slowly wakes you
with a sigh the dream escapes you
you open your eyes to your pillow
and see the red rose he left you.

Please comment.

copyright 2012 – Bauke Kamstra

 

Comments

3 Responses to “Pillow Man”

  1. Alexandra Davidoff
    August 21st, 2012 @ 1:02 pm

    Beautiful.

  2. Alexandra Davidoff
    August 21st, 2012 @ 1:10 pm

    Beautiful poem. Each verse is amazing in its beauty, its romantic simplicity, and its evocative power. I can easily relate, pulling the greatest amount of inspiration from my dreams. My sweat stained pillow is my friend. Although as a female, thinking that it breaks free from its cocoon as a man squashed underneath my head and cradling my dreams is quite erotic. Can’t wait to go to sleep tonight!

  3. Wyrde
    August 23rd, 2012 @ 11:56 pm

    Precisely the reaction I hoped for. If I have an insight into women, it is my Ellen that has vouchsafed it to me. I hope it translated well.

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