I was stuck in what was the biggest writing rut that I have ever been in. Nothing felt like it was worth putting on paper and showing the world. So I decided that maybe it was time to put prose to bed and find a new direction with this poem.
The poem, which is untitled, is about a moment between two people at night and under the covers. It’s a simple poem, but it depicts the time of day that I really like. Nighttime is a constant stream of consciousness for me and I seem to come up with the best trains of thought when I am curled up in bed.
But sometimes, I miss the warmth of a loving body next to me when the nights are lonely and my thoughts are too much.
You toe your way through the door.
And sit, causing a dip, on the bed
You huff
And put a hand through my curls.
I sigh,
Content,
Asleep,
In a world where I was able to say goodnight to you in person.
Where I woke up and saw your face,
With the first light, your expression
In fondness.
With eyes clear in full sleep.
I sigh,
Content,
Asleep,
Knowing blindly,
That you’ll curl into me,
Knees touching
And meet me in a world
Where I smile
that faint smile you like,
And take your hand
To cross into another world, together.
In this poem, I try to describe such a simple moment of tenderness and vulnerability.
I am not perfect and I tend to not show much vulnerability in full daylight.
But at night when I think fondly of past or present lovers, the thing I miss the most is the warmth of the person that loves me and gazes at me with affection like this.
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