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By Jack Joseph Smith

Bedroom Law Quite like a warrior after a battle won Perversion is the way of going back, before the duplicity of the mind bore God When not of the modern texture of rooms, the mirror of man and woman, in the lake, were a remote, a mingling reflection A time when animal gods were lonely, unattached creatures With one emotional, erotic function, that of multipliable organs fighting off all fear So let the pale bedsheets roll Like sea side Scotish grass Over the dew of your wetness And let the lengths of your earlobes ring till churning With the knawing sounds that deepen Down past the last Earth's layer Into the fire of your bellies dropped disappearance For you are the challenger who has made hands change Flung through the bottom floors of your sleeping places To where final human locks, have been forgotten before being unfastened; to where the door of the soul, senses no death in its behavior.

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GPT

Sex is imagined as a return beneath civilized restraint into a more primitive, bodily force.

The poem pits perversion against the duplicating mind and even against God, then moves through bedsheets, wetness, earlobes, and fire to make desire feel elemental rather than shameful. Animal gods and fighting organs strip intimacy down to fear, function, and challenge. By the end, soul and body are fused in a place where locks, doors, and death lose authority.

Claude

'Bedroom Law' calls perversion 'the way of going back, / before the duplicity of the mind bore God', to a time when 'animal gods / were lonely, / unattached creatures', then urges a lover to 'let the pale bedsheets roll / Like sea side Scotish grass' down 'past the last Earth's layer' to 'where the door of the soul, / senses no death in its behavior.'

The poem frames sex as a return to something older than conscience or religion, a primal law of the bedroom that predates the divided modern mind. Its imagery sinks steadily downward, from sheets and wetness to the fire of the belly and the bottom floors of sleep, so that erotic surrender becomes a descent past fear, locks, and finally death.