No more need to fill this void,
my soul once insatiable, now redeemed;
far from destroyed.
To think that I was searching, mostly lost and hazy,
Had I only sat still and became comfortable with myself,
time could have been saved,
Although they say there is a time and place for everything..
So, here I am, someone freed, this person with no more need.
©A. Harris 2016

Swallowed by scarves
Are the rose-speckled cheeks
And snow-freckled noses
Of shivering lovers.
Wrapped in each other
Are the harmonized breaths
And warm, empty whispers
Of comfortable disappointment.

Sometimes all that is needed is a caress to fill the void of an endless empty feeling.
One that words on the other hand cannot mend.
The reassurance of head to chest, to feel the essence of an woman
living and breathing in his hands.
Though she is not the cause of the many things that run throughout his mind.
It is this silent bond that assures that everything is alright.
The steady calm of her heart pulsating against his ear to calm his own heart.
Just a moment to breathe in the same air as she does, the pause of a fast moving
heart finally laying it's head down to rest.
Bent bodies at ease, deep down I think she knows; the dreams the heart refuses to let go. Finding light in the shadows of melancholy
The cross guard that waves her hand at pleasant dreams.
This everlasting desire to be loved more grows with every look of her eyes.
He wouldn't ask her for anything that he himself is not willing to give in return.
Any and everything to meet this desire that beats with every breath that excavates deeper into his lungs.
The nature of man to woman, to love one another in perfect imperfection.
Misunderstandings of each others action soothed by the touch of each other's caress.
The sharing of arms clung to each others tight.
Deep down I think she knows, the nightmares that end soon as her voice echoes through her lips.
The reflection of one another's eyes looking back at them.
Eased forward in the recliner of her grasp.
Just one of the amazing gifts she shares, the comfort of herself.
A guarantee of safe passage to feet that often stumble.
He only hopes she understands; holding on to her for dear life
Afraid that she would slip from his grasp
Knowing to her that all of his imperfections are perfect in her eyes
Falling asleep to the calmness that lulls inside of her chest

I've been lost in time
these last few months -
with clocks that won't tock
and days that won't stop.
And I was happy.
Or maybe a little too comfortable.
It's all the same -
because the sun won't always shine
and you can't stop the rain.
But time will always find you
and I'm here now.
So where are you?
Are you hiding too?
Running from the monotonous chime -
the one that dictates your waking
and your slumber -
your not so silent slumber.
Trapped within the walls of time,
is this living?
Or is this death?
It doesn't matter,
the trees will still grow
either way.
And I'm here now -
I wear bells now -
to throw that monotonous chime
out of time.
So where are you?
Do you wear bells too?
I don't weep -
no, I don't cry.
Because tears don't harmonise
with the monotonous chime.

Crumpled sheets
from an empty night
of restless comforts.

Contently lying, confined
yet camouflaged, in the ripples
lay every word unsaid,
through years of
  restless comforts...

Sleeping in positions
comfortable or not,
still gets us rest.

As to define a good nights sleep;
     I couldn't tell you.
    I've slept soundly on floors, and in cars,
   But these nights I toss and turn
  Leaving nothing in wake
But these
Crumpled sheets
from an empty night
of restless comforts.

Comfortable-* *being in a physical or mental state of comfort.

"She's always so comfortable in that chair."
Memories flood into my mind of her sitting calmly in her chair. I can picture her sitting there, rocking slightly and smiling over at her best friend and partner. Her old frail hands reaching out for his but coming up short. His image fades while her smile grows cold.

Comfortable- content and undisturbed

"She looks so comfortable."
Fragile and unmoving, she lays in a hospital bed. She's curled up in a bright quilt intricately designed with flowers and sheep. She's incredibly thin, I can see each bone and vein in her hands. Her skin is pale and her hair snow white. I can see her gums through her open mouth. Her eyes are dark purple and sinking into her skull. Her shallow breaths are the only sound I can hear.

Comfortable- physical comfort, support, or ease.

"We just hope that you're comfortable"
She's moaning aloud in pain. She's thrashing at anyone and anything. Nurses come in and sedate her. She's filled up with morphine while we sit here waiting. She opens her eyes and moans as we run up to say hello. Just as quick as she opens her eyes, she's gone.

Comfortable- *at ease

It's a beautiful thing
to bare one's soul.
To have it to be loved.
To feel safe
when naked exposed.
Vulnerable
yet comfortable.

This I resolute
Salads can't create ****.
More bounce to the ounce.