pillow

a fleeting moment.

a chronic routine.

a precious keepsake.  

mine and yours alone.

we laze atop our deepest

dreams,

of which we will

soon fulfill.

heavy heads, powerlessly sunken,

and thankful for it.

thankful-

for perfect dimples

on worn in pillows,

impossible to refuse-

a truly magnetic lure.

a television, not worth mentioning,

muffled by the affection

of body parts and

sweet whispers.

a comforter, from the knees and down,

draped aimlessly

over tangled feet and

knotted legs-

we’re a mutant for tonight.

we’re mutants.