Dilantha Gunawardana

An Empty Bed - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

I gaze at the open spaces
Of my empty bed
A coffin that my body knows so well
A mausoleum of lost dreams

Loneliness lies agape
Like a hood-broken till
Waiting for the currency of love
To fill the vacuity

I gaze at a mirror
At the untouched meadows on my lips
Like a river without an estuary
Sculpting an inland watershed of sweat

Love is but a distant dream
As razor-sharp blades fall from the skies
And broken glass is tiled on earth
A journey fading to time

I cuddle a pillow and hold the beads of a rosary
As prayer evade my condemned lips
Words which bleed me
And a god that abandoned me

As I stare at the loneliness canopied by a sheet
Wanting a body to soften my longing
To thaw to my furnace
And to anchor to my soul

How I long to empty my dreams
To fill the bed with the scent of jasmine
For the tide to rise in force
As she bounces like a deck to my water

An empty bed, an empty heart
But no vessel to empty my lust.......

Topic(s) of this poem: lust

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 9, 2014

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