Nightly SparA Poem by CourtniReneeAn evening War
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.
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StatsAuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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