Nightly Spar

Nightly Spar

A Poem by CourtniRenee
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An evening War

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There are three blankets
on our bed. 
A duvet, oh-
I love that word, 
It reminds me of 
souffle, 
I've never had one,
but the word trips so sweetly off the tongue. 
I like to imagine 
flavor
-salty as tears, 
but sugary as a first kiss. 
Also, quilted comforter, 
gifted to us by your college roommate 
for our wedding. 
Same hue of blue as the 
jacket he loaned me when I 
was late to meet you
and the rain wouldn't stop racing
to strip leaves off fall trees.
When you saw me 
wrapped in the warmth of him
I noticed your 
green eyes light
with possession for the first time. 
Finally-a bedspread. 
It is reversible, some days I spread the
rich forest green and 
remember
when I ran through the 
tall grass
with the first girl 
I loved. 
The other side pricks 
my memory of sand
worn soft under
the sea. 
Wrapped in your arms, 
warm waves washing 
over us both. 
I hadn't seen the ocean in years,
but I knew
she remembered me.
And she was overjoyed
to see me happy
to be held by you. 

Ah. My dear. My love. My whole heart. 
Stop hogging the f*****g covers. 

© 2021 CourtniRenee


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Added on March 8, 2021
Last Updated on March 8, 2021
Tags: love, bed, sleep, memories, nature, marriage, friends, dessert

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CourtniRenee
CourtniRenee

Springfield , MO



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