sleep in

Sunlight stumbles in through the curtains

Like a drunken spouse returning from an adulterous absence

I roll over and bury myself in my sheets and ignore her guilty advances.

Dreams envelope me in a womblike embrace,

A sense like consommation,

Constant holding fondness.

I'm finding a box of toys

That I haven't played with since I was three.

They are brand new.

Their packages are still stiff and glossy.

The carpet feels like plush

And the music is warm from the radio in the kitchen.

I lie in front of the heating vent under the dining room table

Warm and in my element.

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

"Sunlight stumbles ..." Oh I love that!

This poem is so peaceful, Kees. A clear picture is painted for me and it is very vivid. I can see my own son laying on his belly playing with his cars.... Thx for the wonderful memories Kees...I enjoyed this.

[Kitty]

The word choice and imagery make this a phenominal piece writing. The flow is beautiful.

Fantastic poem!!!!!

Josie

[Robert Luna]

Great opening line. The piece was inviting and had an allure about wanting to know more and feel this happiness you allowed us to see through your eyes. Feeling the warmth of your youth and the memories when life was simpler and easier. I love the feeling hat this leaves me with and the smile I am now wearing becuse of it.


Great Job!!!!!