2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Twelve: Sleep of the Golden Hour

1
At last
I am home with you

We are tucked in bed
sheets clean and fresh
pillows cool and soft (not too soft)

Side by side
your head resting on my chest
we are warm
comfortable
safe
happy

2
My eyes close
I hear disjointed voices
speaking in gaps

My eyes open
I have been following all along
I think

Wait—
why is that guy doing that?
And where did he come from?
Who…

I’m going to have to start this one over
Drowsy, woozy, and drifting
are not conducive
to understanding complex plot lines

Time to sleep

3
Tomorrow I get to sleep in
(I hope the cat is paying attention)

4
Hmm…

I should probably take care of that
Nah… it’ll wait

I do like the cool side…

(5 August 2017)

 

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