Comfort
Posted: March 21st, 2010 | Author: Jessë Valentine Portz | Filed under: poetry | Tags: for Dusty | No Comments »Hearing yir brethin next to me
is so comforting
I don’t even have to
touch yir delikat skin
a warm peach
Just knowing yur lyin next to me
makes me melt, were I to touch you I
would turn into a pud’l and
soak the sheets, shower or no
I love you so you, the other half
to my puzzle, that your little intermittent semi-snores make me happy to know
that you are alive! And resting well.
I love you my compliment, my companion, my love my love my mate
Hearing your breathing next to me
is so comforting
I don’t even have to
touch your delicate skin
a warm peach
Just knowing your lying next to me
makes me melt, were I to touch you I
would turn into a puddle and
soak the sheets, shower or no
I love you so you, the other half
to my puzzle, that your little intermittent semi-snores make me happy to know
that you are alive! And resting well.
I love you my compliment, my companion, my love my love my mate

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