It is above all else My sanctuary. It holds me softly, Tenderly, Secure from the world. And to avoid misconception When I find that One, I shall gift them with this poem So that it might be understood Why I nicknamed them so odd a name As that unlikely word "Bed."
Bed
ReplyDeleteUnmade - does it speak?
To some it whispers,
“Come.”
“Rest.”
To others it screams,
“LAZY!”
“DISORDERLY!”
To me it silently beckons.
I crawl in,
pull the covers over,
and escape.
It is above all else
ReplyDeleteMy sanctuary.
It holds me softly,
Tenderly,
Secure from the world.
And to avoid misconception
When I find that One,
I shall gift them with this poem
So that it might be understood
Why I nicknamed them so odd a name
As that unlikely word "Bed."