I slept on the sofa last night
So it would feel more like I was sleeping beside you
My backside pressed up tightly against the cushions
With no where else to go, they pushed back tightly against me
It felt almost like a body there
Behind me
Beside me
A cushion arm underneath my head
Cradling me
The fabric, a synthetic suede, retained some warmth
I lay my head down on your arm
And snuggled back into you
But I did not hear your breathing
I did not feel your breath upon my neck
I missed your hands caressing my hips and breasts
I could not feel your desire rising between my thighs
Nights like these are the most difficult for me
My utter aloneness and self-manufactured company
Become so obviously apparent
And I am filled with futility
And my heart is flooded with woefulness
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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3 comments:
melinda,it may be a poem,and a literary allusion,but I've done just that before..especially when I just came back here..
what I meant to say is......this IS what I did last night. This IS how I slept. SO I have done it too...and every time I do....I feel a bit sad and pathetic about it at the same time.
Desperate...something.
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