I am currently teaching a unit on poetry and therefore, I am writing a whole lot more than I have been recently. Here is a little poem I wrote in church last week. If you know me at all, you know I love sleeping (when it is good sleep).
Sated by Sleep
The sun streams through the window
Bathing my body with a hot breath.
I wake,
Slowly.
One eye opening, closing, blinking,
Adjusting to the bright rays.
Arms and legs splayed
Heavy with comfort
Taking the width of the bed as their own.
Pillows spread in any empty space,
Blankets twisted -
Under one leg, across my belly,
Wound around my arms
As my hand clutches greedily.
As if filled by lead, I slowly
Rise,
Yawn,
And blink at the window in welcome.
Then lay back down
Reluctant to give up the warmth and comfort of
Down, feathers, quilts, and kisses of light.
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Am I supposed to feel like this is a sensual poem, or is that just left over from the conversation at Chucky Cheese’s today?