Feb 2018
blankets laid
like pastry
twirled and
crinkled
made to nestle
precious
heads
in bed of
curled and
covered comfort
buttered
wrapped up
little packages
alive and
breathing
heaving breaths
of depths
unknown to
waking worlds
through softened
lungs and throats
and mouths
and gooey
molten middles
with shield of
fragile sleep
held up
to barricade in
and barricade out
as steam floats
gentle warm
and wistful
blissful up
from tender
scalps
from dreams
in gold and
chocolate
© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
like pastry
twirled and
crinkled
made to nestle
precious
heads
in bed of
curled and
covered comfort
buttered
wrapped up
little packages
alive and
breathing
heaving breaths
of depths
unknown to
waking worlds
through softened
lungs and throats
and mouths
and gooey
molten middles
with shield of
fragile sleep
held up
to barricade in
and barricade out
as steam floats
gentle warm
and wistful
blissful up
from tender
scalps
from dreams
in gold and
chocolate
© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
It's nice to lie awake in the early morning while everyone else is still sleeping. To bask heavy in the sound of bodies inflating and deflating. Languishing in the subconscious, unfettered by obligation or chore. And to wonder what sweet dreams they're dreaming.
(31/F/Peekskill, NY)
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