Bed of Laughter
from the poetic exhibit volume i : the intimacy of laughter
These mahogany walls were no strangers to
the sounds of love.
They bore witness to the memories created in
this home
and the laughter caught between the sheets.
We spent many moments under the calming
scent of amber
and the vines of my favorite pothos that
outlined where we lay, skin to skin
under the cotton comforts of our bed, holding
our nakedness and our secrets.
Our fingers danced together like a flame,
gracefully swaying
as our fingertips moved one at a time until we
found our way
intertwined, unwilling to let go.
It was the softest touch that said, I’m here.
Our silence spoke in a language of its own,
eyes that undressed me with a slow,
deep exhale, sending chills down my spine.
Captivated by the gaze, I didn’t want to
look away.
It was our breath that became one rhythm.
You planted kisses in places that sparked a
smile like the sunrise
and an uncontrollable happiness I couldn’t hide
beneath the pillow.
Our bodies moved in harmony, as if it had
always been our favorite song.
It wasn’t the first time my fingertips
traced every feature on your face
while we traveled the map of our minds.
We painted the timeline of our dreams and goals,
forming a bond as we let each other in.
These mahogany walls held a sacred space
where our breath and our bodies became one.
Love and laughter made their way into our bed,
cotton comfort we didn’t escape, but chose to indulge:
deeper
harder
longer
Like an intimate meditation, as the
amber scent lingered
tucked into our hearts to live on forever.
Inhale, exhale, release.
In this sacred space, what a blessing
to be seen, heard, and felt.
