Spanish Wood

Memories of furniture and lamps
a most familiar room
where someone else now lives and loves,
the house and all it’s walls embracing strangers.

To the right of our bedroom door
a tall  chest, filled
with ties and sweaters, a watch;
dark carved wood; bronze tear drop pulls
 
opposite a matching dresser
two framed mirrors watching us grow old together.
I wonder whom the glass now sees
or alas, if glass has memories.
 
Embracing our bed of dark pecan
end tables, bronze lamps,
Tiffany shades of many colors;
at the head two suns with wooden rays
 
Through the blinds, Apollo’s light
would lay it’s stripes upon our bed
awaking us from each others arms
and dreams on Sunday mornings.

And in the bed of Spanish wood we loved each other.
lips on body, hips and fingertips
or held each other in the night, comforting one another
in our sorrow.
 
And when we had to be apart
and sleep alone for perhaps a week;
we didn’t know; nay never dreamed
that it might be forever.
 
I gave away our Spanish bed and left the house;
our bed must still be out there somewhere;
by the light of the lamps, I wonder now
who it is that loves in it.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Spanish Wood

  1. beetleypete says:

    I think I recall the bed of Spanish wood. Just as good, if it is second time around. We have those Tiffany-style shades too. I love the light and colours.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. wfdec says:

    Wow! That certainly rips holes in my heart.

    Liked by 1 person

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