Bedtime

My eyelids heavy with sleep,

I lay my head in the crook of your neck -

its final resting place for the night.

I'll dream there,

breathe there,

stir and wake up there.

Now, afterwards,

your skin smells like smoke, soap and sex,

my three favorite S words to describe how you smell.

Your big hand spans the width of my small back,

curving and flexing to fit into your side like puzzle pieces.

Next to me,

you're warm and heavy and barrel chested,

thick and solid and comforting.

Just before sleep,

your deep, syrupy voice drips from your mouth like sap

invading my lofty, sugary thoughts

to wish me pleasant dreams.

Soon,

a kiss on the forehead,

a stroke of my hair,

you ask me a question

but I'm no longer there.

Reviews

[Amanda]

wow, this was amazing! i really loved this poem. your descriptions are fantastic and i can't wait to read more of your work.

[justjenn_2u]

You slipped right through his hands. An underlying, unsaid voice of strength lurks in this poem!

I enjoyed the flow, the descriptive language and your format.

An overall good read!

[Seriana]

This is awesome! I can see it now....and feel it as though I am her. What beautiful bedtime thoughts. Made me go, "aweeeee"

[DavidRyan]

I dig this a lot. I'm not usually one for romanticism but the way you approached it was done really well. The way this flows is awesome and I like the end : a kiss on the forehead, a stroke of my hair, you ask me a question, but I'm no longer there. Good write

[Bexers]

Molly babe, I really loved this poem.
It goes really well with the hum of this song that just came on my playlist. (irrelevant to this moment, they're singing of something completely different.)
But anyways. I crave what you have and I am glad you finally have it my dear.

[An owl on the moon]

So beautiful and tender, softly moving like warm summer rain... The image is vivid, the feeling is deeply loving and expressive. Such a great piece!