Monday, January 10, 2005

Ode to Bed

Oh how I love thee Bed
So warm and cozy and soft
Oh how I love your sweet smell
The smell of sleep

Oh how you cocoon me in love
Not like that gushy love
Not like that have to put up with your crap love
Just that non judgemental
Come to me child

Oh how your sheets are like
a cool pond in the heat of summer
And a warm crackling fire
in the depths of winter

Oh how you embrace thee
With no harsh words or sounds
Well except for the alarm clock
But that's really not your fault

Oh how I wish you could hold one more
Ah well
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow.

1 comment:

jackie said...

man, am i feeling you today. i made it in to work, and my bed is STILL calling out to be to come back. i can hear it from here...