Unmade

So the night doesn’t bleed into the day, you make the bed.
To tell your mind and body that there’s been a change of pace.
To set the day in motion,
shift from passive to active
and tell the house it’s time to move,
you make the bed.

As if in reverse
At end of day, you invert
and bring the bed’s insides out.
It happens at a delicate time,
in the soft moments just before your nightly surrender,
when you unclench the stream of what you saw, said and witnessed
and the day slowly curls itself in.

In the Unmaking, sheets peel open
and reveal the velvet folds of the flower where you rest.
You swirl in and feel your body soften.
submit yourself to stillness,
drift in aromatic darkness 
& follow the scent to distant lands.

A made bed seals the secrets of your dreams
and neatly tucks the most layered kind of intimacy -
that between the conscious and the unconscious.

Written by Kenniese Franklin