By: John Grey

The bed beguiles
even when not in action.

Its very anticipation of bodies
is an impression in itself.

The blanket is turned down.
The coil-springs of the mattress
near-burst with latent energy.

Even its very stillness
is an archaeological dig.
Fragments of laughter,
love and tears
can always be uncovered.

The bed is an invitation
for people to lie on it…
or in it,
as their weight dictates.

The bed beguiles,
one fifty pounds at a time.

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Homestead Review, Cape Rock and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Poem and Spoon River Poetry Review.