16 December 2009

pillow

a fleeting moment.
a chronic routine.
a precious keepsake.  
mine and yours alone.
we laze atop our deepest
dreams,
of which we'll
soon fulfill.

heavy heads, powerlessly sunken,
and thankful for it.
thankful-
for perfect dimples
on worn in pillows,
impossible to refuse-
a truly magnetic lure.

a television, not worth mentioning,
muffled by the affection
of body parts and
sweet whispers.
a comforter, from the knees and down,
draped aimlessly
over tangled feet and
knotted legs-

we’re a mutant for tonight.
we’re mutants.

1 comment:

Thank you for taking the time to read this little blog. Comments make me feel appreciated. And who doesn't like that? ;)

Kindly- Meghan

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