Pillow

Pillow

(10/4/23)

I fluff up the pillow

As if my fingers are flailing around 

In your long, flowy, curly dark hair.

Adjusting its case,

As if I’m readying

To bring my hands to your face

Bring your lips to mine

For a long and passionate kiss.

I hold the pillow late at night

As if I were holding onto you.

Snuggling it close,

Pretending to hear and feel 

your breathing, your heart beat.

And that you can feel mine

As they become intertwined.

I lie my head against the pillow

As if it were your shoulder

Because when the world can’t get colder,

You’ll be so much warmer,

My pillar of strength, my cocoon of comfort. 

And I will also be your holder.

Previously mentioned.

Hold me down, I’ll hold you down right back.

I ride on top of the pillow

As if I were riding on top of you. 

I’d make my best love with you.

So many tingles… shivers… quivers…

I will deliver.

So many aches… shakes… quakes…

I will wake thee.

So many chills… spills… trills…

My license to thrill.

You’ll be dazed… blazed… amazed.

I’m not the one

That you can just haze 

Or glaze over. 

(At least, not without my full permission.)

You would never be 

Just a throw pillow.

You’d be my keepsake, treasured pillar.

My sacred romantic figure.

My cherished lustful, loving trigger.

My divine, destined familiar.