Toast!
Loneliness melts into tranquility
Like a slab of thick yellow butter
Into toast
Bed
I want to fall into a bed.
Not a cloud,
not the brown of your eyes,
not a spray of cologne;
Or the mist that spritz creates.
A bed,
well made,
which takes my motion and sound,
mattress springs cushioning
Stacked
plush with pillows and
a warm duvet
A thick duvet
Which wraps around the whole of me
And swallows me whole
easily.
I want to fall into
A soft space,
somewhere safe,
somewhere tailor made
which warms my feet
and thinks me sweet.
A bed. My bed.
For me.
Véro Falco 