A Poem To Crawl Into

I want to crawl into its depth. Couldn't find one comfortable enough so I am writing soft quilts to dream upon. I want them smooth without hanging chads, no tear soaked pillows. I want it downy soft- perfumed with the fragrance, with passion. Yes, I desire to remember the aroma... Sometimes so sweet, Sometimes reaking outrageous chaotic desire. I need a mellow bed to rest my head. A place where my heart feels safe and ceases to ache. I dream of cotton sheets with a song... A sing-song melody that humms out sorrow, words forgotten in touched slumber. The dreamer in me can write such a poem, I know, but perhaps not tonight. Cynthia