Mathew Thomas


Bedsheet - Poem by Mathew Thomas

White it was, the bed sheet,
Naked against my skin,
Secret hold, of amorous sins,
Of many desires in between.

Crumpled now of intense weld, congealed,
With musk in between,
Heady smells of under armpits,
Intoxicated, lulled my wits.

White and pristine before,
Not white anymore,
Of liaisons, stains and sin,
No longer sensual against my skin.

But then can I throw it, in the wash bin,
Seek another against my skin,
White and pristine, should I keep,
Only as a shroud when I finally sleep.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The urban malaise of one night stands and the social acceptability is stark contrast to the culture of this nation. Ultimately despite all our sensual pleasures we are destined to die and that is when the heavy burden of our sins catch up.

© Mathew Thomas

Comments about Bedsheet by Mathew Thomas

  • (8/30/2012 8:02:00 AM)


    The tone of confession is absolutely unwarranted as most men and women are otherwise the same. The making of shroud out of your pulsating life is too dear to brood over. Kudos to you for the open exposure of the unwashed linen... (Report) Reply

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  • (8/15/2012 6:06:00 AM)


    Like the poem, don`t like the preachy tone of the notes, I think that we all fail sometimes in our daily lives. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 15, 2012


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