elusive

ah, you heartless bitch
offering no comfort when the need is real
being with you can feel like laying naked on cold stone
you alternate from way too hot
to absolutely fridge
so many nights I have lain awake
and debated leaving you
but it always comes down to
where would I go
and what would I do if I went
so I remain and fume
and if I’m lucky
eventually slide into unconsciousness
only to be torn from slumber by an alarm
and forced to leave you
once you’ve finally relented
and wrapped me in a genuine
gentle and warm embrace
ah, you god damn bed

Day 16

Awake

wooed by promises of favorite things
the weight of unfamiliar book in hand
the glittery, silver pitch of children giggling
rumpled beds warm from languid mornings of unrushed wakings
soothing taste of music on the tongue
rich lather of lavender slow dancing off the scalp to tango
trails of abstraction over shoulders bare, sway of back, waiting hips
to hear my name
as sigh

© Julie Ayers
April 2012 – NaPoWriMo 15