*inspired by Soundgardens "Fresh Tenderils"

waking slowly

I snuggle deeper into the coccoon of my blankets

unwilling to start the day’s 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