3.02.2012

time slip

There's nothing so frustrating
as losing an entire evening
of writing, or lounging,
watching zombie movies,
or loving your man, god forbid,
to falling fast asleep
in your child's bed.

But then again, nothing beats
the delicious delirium
of fitful dreaming, cuddling
awkwardly in a too-small bed,
arms aching, back screaming,
but oh, the smell of her hair
or the way he grips your hand.

You wouldn't give up those times,
not for nothing, no way, not ever.