#706881 added January 18, 2011 at 10:36am Restrictions: None
Comforts of Home
On a couch deflated by months of late-night television serenades
purveyor of not sleeping just resting my eyes sleep
two cushions crookedly abut each other.
Curled up under decorative pillows and fleece blankets
the drone of the ever-present air-conditioner
harmonizing with laser guns and gravity hammers,
shivers result from alternately roasting and chilling.
An unexpected kiss dusts her forehead.
Eyes ablaze with alien mayhem
he reaches underneath the mountain of blankets,
squeezes her naked thigh playfully.
More kisses brushed over startled eyelids
sleep-dampened cheeks, chapsticked lips.
Time for bed sleepyhead.
Memories of months
where his absence denoted his presence
stray shaving cream damp towels
dirty socks strewn across the bathroom floor
the crooning television frightening
the air-conditioner buzzing badly
meant she could only fall asleep when he sat
as the counterbalance that lined the cushions straight
just so.
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