This bed is cold and empty.
Once cradled by Egyptian cotton -
high thread counts -
I am now overwhelmed
by yards of burlap -
100 twine count.
Pretending pillows are bodies -
a poor reconstruction of you -
restless nights result
in sore joints protesting
the embracing of thin air.
I fall asleep rigid,
determined to be independent
in the solidarity of sleep.
Volition fades with consciousness;
my body softens,
molding to the imaginary shape
of you.
While my body aches,
my mind licks it's lips and
rubs it's hands together;
for the next few hours,
memories of you are mine
to devour.
Mind sacrifices body
for the passing feeling of
your warmth
pressed against mine.
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nice and soft... melancholy rather than desperate - sorta soothing after last night's intensity. I kinda want to know exacttly how high the thread count used to be, 400? 600? should it be plural? count or counts? and speaking of plural - should it be "pretending pillows are bodies"? or "your body"? the last two stanzas are great - you're always so good at wrapping things up!
ReplyDeletei questioned the plural "bodies" but didn't change it because it because it sounded off the other/correct way. and i kept "100 thread count" singular to make the different between the two greater. i'm glad you liked it :)
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