
*inspired by Soundgardens "Fresh Tenderils"
waking slowly
I snuggle deeper into the coccoon of my blankets
unwilling to start the dayâÂÂs activities
lingering in the echoing silence
the chill frosted windows stand as sentinels
to my isolation
as my hands explore
smoothing down the body warmed sheets
to seek something
that is not there
the flesh remembers
what the mind refuses to acknowledge
I want to taste the shame
again
by butterflynxile
(c) 2006