Thursday, September 15, 2011
Waking up pillow-less,
I crane my neck to check,
Sure enough, he’s commandeered
my entire pillow.
Sleeping with nary a care in the world,
Dreaming of Whiskas Temptations®.
Not withstanding the crick in my neck,
My heart wells up with love.
For my perennial pillow-hogger.
I’ve never like his type.
I’ve always thought
His kind was too aloof.
But someway, somehow,
He’s insinuated himself
Into my hard cynical heart.
Whenever I'm feeling down,
He uncannily knows.
He'll snuggle real close,
Melting into me like
warm comforting butter.
As I hammer away
At my assignments, or watch
A film for class, We sit together,
A mere feather’s breath apart.
Past bedtime, he saunters downstairs.
Blocking the computer screen,
He contemplates me in bemusement
As I bang away on the keyboards.
Day's done, we hit the sack together.
He snares a lion’s share of the pillow.
His warm body rumbles merrily along,
And his stout whiskers tickles my face;
A furry kiss, a pillowy texture of love.
Posted by Thousandarms97 at September 15, 2011