The Battle

I think...that love is an impromptu pillow fight...

You hit me with your pillow
  I am caught off guard, my nose was in a book
                        Now my nose is in the book.  Ow.
                                     I move quickly, time is of the essence
                  and we're at war.
                  I take my pillow
               and dive over the
          edge of the bed.  You
     chase me relentlessly around
           the room, leaving a wake
           of down feathers trailing
                       b­ehind you, lazily falling
                       t­o the ground in this violent
                       m­elee.
                        You swing your
                        ­    Pillow
                        Like a medieval axe  I am beside myself trying
                        to fend off your blows as you hit me over the head
                        again and again.  
                   You'v­e backed me into the corner
                  I wave my pillowcase 
                like a white flag
              You let your guard down.
           Whoops.  I has two pillows now. 
                        ­      >:)
        I do the chasing this time, as a dual
   wielding pillow monster...of DOOM
                                   "No Fair!", you call out as karma makes
                                a full circle.
                            "Love isn't fair
                           My dear"
                      I say, as I wrap
                  my pillow-arms
            around you
and take you to bed
where we lie
among the spoils
of battle and feathers

Author's Note

Jan 31, 2012