Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Their Bed

all he can think of is their bed
read in it, sleep in it,
love in it
pyramid-like, or the Sphinx
with the cat’s body
cats love to snooze
they can get away with it
like pharaohs and their wives
on the nights of their lives

all he can think of is their bed
how she led his foe
into it, behind his back
how she lay curled in it
as a bloodied kitten
under the quilt
cold and alone
like Queen Sesheshet
sunk under the sands


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Prompt: A piece of furniture