and i'm late

by the color green   Apr 16, 2019


the wintry chill of the morning-
it washes over our prone bodies,
like the tides on the shore.
it drifts about in the room
and lays down beside us.

i curl up and seek refuge
in the crumpled bedsheets.
the blankets lie lifelessly
on the floor in defeat,
no match for your dream karate.

deadlines tug at my sleeve.
they say wake up, start the day,
i might have time for breakfast.
yet, with your leg over mine,
and how tired the outside world is

how can i hope to move?
not even that i couldn't move you,
but that i can't bring myself to.
basking in your slobbery majesty,
i close my eyes- just for a little while-

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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I love everything about this! The chilly voice of morning calling us to wake up and deadlines and what not looming over us yet the pull of dreams and simply staying in that sleepy state.

    At first, I thought the crumpled sheets and "dream karate" and leg over you was referencing a human companion, but then I read "slobbery majesty" and instantly thought "yep, that's a dog!" lol. But I know humans can drool in their sleep too ;)

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