The Bed In response to Le Lit by Toulouse-Lautrec.

The Bed

In response to Le Lit by Toulouse-Lautrec.

Imagine the comforting embrace of safety.

Blanket up to their necks,

there together,

together in the soft hazel hue

coming from a protective doorway.

It listens when they sleep,

a portal to a breaking world

they are untroubled with.

Her eyes closed,

head on the pillow that

catches the dreams

which threaten to run away with her.

A dreamer of love,

chains of silver and gold,

in a world un-holstered.

He watches her through

half closed eyes,

watches the blush in her cheeks

blossom like spring daffodils

while falling into his own imagination.

His love spreads

like crimson blood across the bed

that soaks it up,

holds it for her,

until she wakes and realises

it has warmed her all night.

Their hands, their feet,

their faces, sleeping together,

safe from questions, from knowledge.

Safe from the need to know everything.

We strive in the day time

to be all the things we should,

running headlong into danger

as it embraces us,

then throws us away,

screwed up like litter,

while at night we sleep an innocent

childhood sleep,

that keeps us safe

from the hellions in the daylight.

By Samantha Boarer