My Sunday-Morning Sweetheart

Crazy nights-- usually synonymous with awkward mornings ...

Our heads tornado with the echo

of last night’s wine-soaked screams

Memory belays the evening prior

with the essence of a dream.

Oh, Sunday-morning sweetheart, 

lay back down and close your eyes

Together we’ll reverse, 

and make-believe our lustful lies

I’ll glue back on our glazes: 

your plain old brown, transformed to “hazel” 

You’ll be my frog-turned-prince, and I: 

your hopeless damsel. 

We’ll tiptoe past reality,

and If we keep our eyes closed tight

Like sweat-streaked curls we’ll spiral: 

until we’ve twisted into flight

We’ll ignore the warning tingles 

of our liver-bound cirrhosis; 

floating weightless through the night:

trading fear for mindless bliss.

Reality is warped, 

and it’s beyond our comprehension,

yet our beating hearts trudge forth 

to further fuel our false dimension.

BUT soon our eyes will fight the darkness

to seek the sober shock of sun.

Please don’t wake me Sunday-sweetheart...

I’d like to stay and forge more fun.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. Thanks :)
--Marla

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The ending made the poem complete. Some mornings are not welcomes. After a wild dance in the night need time to heal or swim again in the craziness. A powerful poem. I had to read a few times. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[JCP]

A perfect description of what happens on a good night after random drinking and bar hopping. Nicely done!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

very nice. i like the concept of being stone cold sober and longing for the intoxication and dreams that are slipping away. very wistful and wise. well done.

[Seshat Nidaba]

Where or where do you pluck these dove-toned lines from Marla?

1. Memory belays the evening prior - with the essence of a dream
2. your plain old brown, transformed to “hazel”

Thou art a fun read!

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

:) I like it ... intense and intresting ... when I finished reading ... I could imagine myself , get to bed and enjoy few more hours of sleep , in your sunday morning .... I love those lines best :

your plain old brown, transformed to “hazel”

You’ll be my frog-turned-prince, and I:

your hopeless damsel.

We’ll tiptoe past reality,

[Forest Green]

Charming poem, lightly rhymed and filled with smile-lines.

Nice work...

[skigirl]

You are a GREAT writer. I can't wait until you write more. Thanks for putting it on!!! ;p

[Kaylor Mason]

That was very . . . memorable. And very good.