Bliss

August 16, 2010
Oh! Unmade bed!
You silently rule my bedroom
Enticing
With your worn
Lavender
Cotton
Sheets
And supple,
Rumpled,
Down comforter
Braided
Into one another
Forming the perfect cocoon
To nestle
And
Hide
In.

The scent of sweet, pliant slumber
And wet hair
Lace
And chase
Each other,
Combining to make
A subtle
Perfect
Perfume that quietly
Invites and lulls
Me off into
Secure
And somnolent
Paradise





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