Pillow Talk
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Pillow lover
so close,
a witness
to this huge wasteland
of bed space
and time.
You
hear my confession,
bear witness
to the whispers
inside,
rain pouring outside.
Pillow lover
your downy softness beckons
even in the light,
come to me,
give it all up,
hold me a while.
I pull you in tight
hide froem life’s trials
loyal by my side,
you dry my drool,
my tears,
protect my soft spot
as I hardly sleep,
comfrot me through
each lonely year.
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