CEILINGS

CEILINGS

I wove tapestries on  a thousand ceilings 

That night when you lay reckless in my fingertips and thoughts.

I used for inspiration the feelings 

That sprang along the passageways.

I played loud love songs into the afghan 

You once wrapped around your body, 

When this bed was our bed.

And these ceilings in these rooms were our ceilings.

I sang torch songs long after reasonable hours,

And when the sun went down, I wove to the light of candles.

 I dreamed tempestuous patterns, sighed exacting withered sighs.

I thought one too many carousels of celebration,

One too many thoughts of us in motion.

I wove psychedelic screams in all the corridors.

I wove heartbreak in a funk above the fireplace.

I wove you in every naked semblance of a man.

I wove until my heart collapsed from heat exhaustion in the desert.

i wove tapestries on a thousand ceilings..

I wove screeching loud love songs into the afghan.

And after I had woven the night white,

I ate breakfast on a dirty plate of Tuesdays.

-Bruce Potts

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Note:  This is a poem of unrequited love from the archives, that I wrote either in high school or college